Sometimes you feel agitated. You don’t really seem to know the reasons though. Something just doesn’t feel right. You think about it, feeling at times that this line of thought is on its true path just to realize in the very end that all this while you were probably wrong. People question, they are very intrigued to know about your life. Why don’t you tell us? Why don’t you smile? Laugh, maybe? Be like a clown, all the time? But they do not simply understand that you are incapable to understand your own emotions right now, you do not have a platonic balance between your mind and body. You cannot separate the two. Reason and passion are all helter-skelter, so much that you cannot even tell one from the other. Probably they expect you to explain your moods. You surely expect that from yourself. But you cannot. Words fail to rise from the dead.