Questions 

Haven't you found a logical answer to the questions that plague you? A path to the search in your heart? Order to the chaos in your mind? Is it because you're floating among these clouds of uncertainty that saddens you, or because you're drifting in a void when you fear getting lost? Is it because you're trying to escape the rules of the world you belong to that makes you think? Are the shreds of hope leaking from your torn soul the cause of all this? How much longer can you endure these questions at this rate? Is there no one who knows the answers, who can offer some guidance, who is so accustomed to life that they could return after having been lost before?