Tomorrow

It's better to save some questions for later, not today, not today.

Some questions festooned over your mind akin to the wind in your hair scattered carelessly like play-toys of toddlers who do not understand how to comprehend a scene with miniature objects to make sense of a world that spans too big in their arm's length 

these questions, you repeat to yourself over and over to wipe the dust over your understanding of yourself and the universe

these are far too many hard nuts to crack in one day may be it's best to be the toddler again and choose the hard work for another day not today, not today.

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