Mysteries

Who doesn't love a good riddle? The ones when thoughts are blowing out of peoples ears. When the room is completely silent minus the sudden outbursts more than likely containing wrong solutions. When the person who tells the riddle feels more and more like a king with each wrong solution. The process is repeated over and over again. This life I'm living feels more and more like a riddle. But I'm not the king... No, not yet. But someday I will. Someday I will figure this world out.