Inside questions, in a child’s voice, have no answers unless I look them up on some electronic encyclopedia.
Books of Knowledge are no longer in existence, their gold lettered spines all in a row. And anyway, inside questions
only come to me as bedtime comes. Brushing the sticky cobweb questions aside is seldom possible. Counting
sheep has never helped, so I try to ignore those inside questions
about the purpose of life, what will
come in the mail, how will the
weather change tomorrow or is the
forecast right, why did the see-through
cloud scatter raindrops on my nightly walk?
If the answers are important they may
inhabit my dreams, but if too bizarre,
they may show up in the morning.
“Put my head under my pillow, and let
the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
~ Stephen Chbosky, American film director
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