is it limerance? is it an inherent drive for incessant melancholy? when your thoughts circle and circle and circle a flame that is not alive an artificial flame that cannot burn you but can burn away your gaze is the moth circling the artificial flame as absorbed as joyously burning as the moth flying into flames? are these questions I may ask? can artificial flames be answers to your burning questions?
Question marks carry a sense of confusion a sense of not knowing of where one is going the prevalence of questions compared to answers throws off the logical side of you more than anything trying to avoid the question I can only say maybe the way, is to feel your way around it there is no destination for a thrown off brain but there could be destinations for a feeling heart.
