D.A.R.L.I.N.G.

"In the highest blackened moon there'd be more life in the right shade of our sighs."

I know nothing and I know everything. Why do our brains have a lock? Why do they keep secrets from us? We keep them up and running so why do they hide important things from us? A brain is a tool. An organ. Not a mother. Not a father. What gives it the right to choose what we can know and not know? Questions. Questions. Questions. Don't expect your mind to give you the answer. I ask these things because if I had known answers to problems early on I would have never been in situations I am today. Is is a lesson or a punishment?

You want me to learn. You want me to suffer. Thoughts go a long way.