think til it hurts

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking. I am in this place. I therefore conclude that I am tired of thinking. The more I try to kick it off, the more it's coming inside my head. There's no such word that has bothered me so much the past week but this word. It's not something that comes from the heart. It's not something that bleeds. It's not something that comes out as a pleasure in bed. It's not something I need to eat. It's not something that you need to know either. All sorts of nonsense happens in the course of the day. Good, bad, indifferent… whatever. Thoughts spring to mind, shit happens, things work out, but often don't… usually I have no idea of what's going to happen beforehand and perhaps its better that way. I just don't know why I keep on thinking about Congo