There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all.

lately, so many things happened;
in between time;
in between life;
in between love;
in between story that been told and untold;
has my mind not gone mad?
simply feeling uncontaminated?
or should i be feeling less?
to quote a friend's "you are not hard to please but pursue full pleasure";
that i know for a fact, for some time now.