I opened the fridge and looked, but there wasn't much I could think of to give her. She followed me there.
I picked her up and carried her in my arms. I felt bad that I could not give her anything at the moment. Then I looked at her and questioned everything instantly.
What is life? Is it a joke?
That's running through my mind. For some reason my exact thoughts were those words. It's scary when I start to think things like this. Mostly I just continue on with what is expected and supposed to be. Then, something triggers a fear and I cannot erase it. Just avoid it and cover it up temporarily.
The sad thing is, no one's words will answer my question. No one can enlighten me. Because everyone's answer is just an opinion. And no one will ever understand how I feel about my question.
Questions that can never be answered while I gradually fear them more and more as time endlessly goes on. Time is something I can never stop. Time goes on with or without me.
