Questions.

What is love?
Is it death?

Is it life?

Is is giving up?

Is it happiness?

I guess you just know... or maybe you don't always.

So many questions going through my mind.

I'm afraid of sounding stupid.

Why do I have to be so afraid?

Why do I care?

What is life?

I call it  a symphony of chaos, but it's not really chaos.

It's all decided.

It's not random at all.

The tiniest details to the biggest events, all planned out of love.