Unknowing. Is it that which I hate? Feeling uncertainty. Is this the consequence of questioning?

So be it. If what I feel is from questioning, then I will accept this.

It’s like acid through my veins.

Why do I keep finding myself here again? Because I keep questioning my beliefs, my perspectives… probably. A continuous cycle of coming together and falling apart.

Samsara.

Familiar.

Where will I find myself next?