11.5.10

answered questions.

questions.

never-ending.

streaming through synapses, over and over again-

What?
How?
Where?
When?
Why?

Who?

and when you find the answers.

you find
not what you looked for
not what you yearned for.

but instead

something better.

you find

hope.

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