Why is it the way it is?
Why does it hurt the way it does?
Why do I vent the way I do?
Why don’t you fade the way everything does?
Why do I drown my thoughts the way I do?
Why can’t let you go the way I do it for other things?
I ask a lot of questions. I know I do. Very few know I do.
Yours
Numbness of the monkey mind
