Why?

WHY........

am i here?

is there so much suffering?

do i feel my phone vibrate when it doesn't?

are you friends with me?

can't you see what I'm asking you for?

can't I sleep!?

was the Scarecrow Dorthy's favorite?

did we fall out?

did I care for you so much?

are there so many questions that will never be answered?

are raisins called raisins if they are only dried grapes, couldn't we call them dried grapes?

did I do that?

am I mean to you?

do you not understand?

do hot dogs come ten to a package and hot dog buns only eight?

don't my dreams come true?

do I wake up and wonder what's stopping me from being happy today?

do I question everything I do?

do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

can't I just be myself?

does it hurt?

do I continue with the smile, when there is nothing to smile about?

does Donald Duck wear a towel when he comes out of the shower, when he doesn't usually wear any pants?

are you reading this?

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Moritz Stiefel.

Awful sweet to be a little butterfly

just winging over things

and nothing deep inside.

Nothing going going wild in you,

you know,

you're slowing by the riverside

or floating high and blue.

Or maybe cool

to be a little summer wind

like once through everything

and then away again.

With the taste of dust

in your mouth all day

but no need to know

like sadness

you just sail away.

Cause you know,

I don't do sadness

not even a little bit.

Just don't need it in my life

don't want any part of it.

I don't do sadness,

hey I've done my time

looking back on it all

man it blows my mind,

I don't do sadness

so been there.

Don't do sadness

just don't care.