I've seen too much unhappiness tonight.
Unreasonable.
Whatever you believe in, be it numbers, genes, Darwin, God, yourself...
You will, or are, asking why?
But you're not a child anymore, knowing why spoons aren't flat doesn't satisfy you.
And, well... neither it satisfies a child. Whatever you answer, they ask another why. And then they ask you about life and stars and love and you don't know.
And then you say you get impatient...but really, it's all just being uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with being asked questions that you can't figure out the answer for.
No matter what you get up for in the mornings and no matter what you think about when you go to sleep...
I just hope you...
never become cruel, cynical.
It's a simple wish, and a cheesy one.
Not caring is okay.
Caring to harm is evil.
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