I was reading my papers. I was trying to persuade myself to improve my mood and desire of be concentrated and study more that 20 minute without a coffee-break. The first reason I got because of my uncoherent chance of only one way of believing is I need questioning. There're millions of infinite questions around my head. They do not come to my world so easy as I'd want. I ought to catch 'em, but if I don't have an answer for How can I catch them? How?
Now, I peer at my photocopies and my neurones weep. They do not want to read, neither process the information nor to keep in the way of asks. So, when I'm in the utterance barrieer of my doubts, I wonder... Is it time to stop questioning?
The weapons I've for my defence are softer than a cloud. Softer than a question, but powerfulest than my main bless: The opportunity of think about it all. As long as I ain't wonder... Who?
Now the question is: How'll I end this mind-writing or article? The answer...obviously is a question.