• Why am I so dead?
    I am under the moonlight in the darkest grey fog
    Near hearts of the passed and gone

    Why am I blind?
    I cannot see what's obvious to see

    Why do I think of the unthinkable?
    I feel so worn and terrible
    Everything and anything will happen

    Why am I cracked?
    You dropped me on the rigid, sharp rocks and hard soil

    Why do I ask why?
    For the hope of how answers will show themselves
    And I will stop asking questions. . .