My mind.

My mind work in a funny way. One minute its whining, whining like a child, but the next, it goes Rambo on me. Sometimes it bends easily like a ballerina, other time it just refuses to budge. One minute it's think. One minute it's not. One minute it's there, one minute... like magic it goes sailing in a deep blue sea, ignorant of my demand. I am not complaining. But i just think he should be a bit more responsible.