Stop.

Sudden halt.

Of what ever happening around.

Or what ever happening inside.

This head.

Are flying around.

To understand, to digest.

The reality it's confess, the truth it's fights.

Why things happened the way it is.

Not the other way around.

Who are you to judge?

You don't feel what I feel.

You misjudge and I mistrust.

For what ever happened.

There must be a reason.

Yet I'm waiting here.

For no reason.