the question

Now before I explain this feeling. I want my audience to just take a deep breath. A deep breath that will last a lifetime. A world inside out where we question. This question I speak of. Your pick. Choose one. The one question that cannot be answered. Awake. At a scene far from ordinary, where not even you have the answers to, for they have their own legs and intellect, and at times run away from the questions themselves. I’m speaking of the questions, that is. A question inside a question that is questioned if that question was ever a question to begin with. Are you still with me. Il slow it down a notch. Question! The results at which you got to just to come back to the scraps you left behind. The daydreams. The wonders. Stop! Please don’t escape reality without saying goodbye! And fall back into it and say hello! For my grass is a different shade then yours, but who’s to question it? Questions. This allowance we earn just to spend it on the joys that keep us sane. For the sun is questioned everyday. Are we going to see you again? Why do you leave us for darkness? And what is that energy that breaths off of you that we enjoy so much of? Question! This is not about which question to ask, it’s the question itself. The thoughts that are going through its head. The thoughts that have been cluttered up for just a split second, that can last eternity. In a space where space is limited. A place where the only breath it shouts is, let me out! Question! May you end it with a question mark or a smile, for it may not harm you, it’s only a question. Exhale. Thank you for asking the question.