Absent reciprocation
Left me dabbling
in foolish behavior

Weaving a way into something
That knows every way out
Yet weaving did not cease
until he did

I question my questioning, for what exactly am I seeking? I dig for clarity, but have always been fine with uncertainty.
You know that.
If you didn’t, everything would have been boring by now. I would have lost interest from lack of confusion. So why do I ask without the desire to have an answer? Some things just happen; some things just don’t.

-If you like silence better than noise, stop asking for noise.