I think I could say what I was thinking if only I knew. There is something that claws at the inside of me, a sort of animal... a lion perhaps, or maybe a crab. It eats at my resolve as insistently as would a degenerate disease, waiting until I crack. A passionate flame emerged from long-indulged hibernation.
There are just too many questions without any plausible answer. Eventually, I know I will have to come to terms with whatever these may be, though I am not too sure if I will necessarily like them anyway. Perhaps that is not the issue. Perhaps that is. Perhaps that is all they were intended for to begin with.