I have uncountable questions started with “why” inside my head. They are bouncing against the wall of that small space they reside, calling for my attention. So far they have succeeded because I turn to them most of the time. I talk to them, but they do not stop hitting my mind. I think I have to find a way to pop them up, one by one, and I have been thinking.
Why is it so difficult to find answers?
Suggested title soundtrack: Flash by Cigarettes After Sex
