Why?

Why?
Probably one of the most peculiar question to ask yourself. It is a question you ask when you want answers, but sometimes the question tends to linger. It begins to burn into your heart. Obscures all that makes you happy and soon you find yourself being merely a hollowed shell that drags itself through the thick sludge life has become. Why is the question of uncertainty, a heavy burden you carry on your shoulders until frailty overcomes and the search for answers continues in your darkest dreams. With lies being thrown into your face, as though you are stoned to death but yet cling on... Because you know that no answer to your question can hurt as much as not knowing why.

Recently I was granted salvation from this torment. My questions have been answered and the frailty that has become so much of a deer companion now grew into new strength which allows me to carry on. No longer in search for answers, that has dragged me deeper into a casem of fiery darkness, yet continuing my search back to the light of day.