spiritual life is hard working. for me, as a stranger to myself, busy times always sound like being alive. days after days I can work so hard and forget about everything but not a simple minute without a prespective for future... but these days... the dog tired Emad is not as always. bunch of papers and files on my desk and desktop, ain't remain as my lost spirit anymore. I got a lost paradise instead... the paradise to lay over on its dream... somewhere without the worries and nasty bad feelings... no madness no sadness!
it's all about music and fitness maybe! but I feel more existing nowadays...