why.
Why.
It's a question to dig deeper.
So simple yet so essential.
Why am I so hungry all the time?
Why does he say it without meaning it?
Why are things this way, not that way?
Why did she have to go so soon?
Why didn't I do more?
Why, why, why.
I drown in asking.
It's a question.
It's a question to question.
It's a question to question questions.
I keep asking.
Because I want to know what comes after "because".
... But why?
