the real question
I find it hard to feel.
Emotions are a puzzle to me, sometimes I'm in a dessert with no drop of a tear.
Sometimes it floods, beating down on me with Tsunami waves.
How can a person deal with such severe conditions?
How can one prepare for a drought but expect rain?
Under what Circumstances is it plausible to wear a coat when its blistering hot?
To live in a world where you expect everything but you dont have the capability of actually predicting anything.
As humans we twist and turn things, we lie and cheat and love and die.
Why do we do this?
Its all ready so commplicated in the epitome of a universe.
So ask a real question.
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