It is in those moments when you lay in the dark wide awake with your eyes shut listening to the night you ask yourself, why?
In those moments there are more questions than answers, more thoughts than the brain can accomodate, and you wonder, why.
In the darkness the movie rill of the years past flicker, and you wonder, who was the director, who wrote this script, who acted out these scenes, but, it all comes back to why
Why this life, why this emptiness, why are you sitting here alone in the dark, why?
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