You ask me questions but I know better than to answer. Knowledge is pain... so says a tattoo on someone's arm. And I know well that all the times I spoke the truth it was only rewarded with regret and resentment. So I leave it alone. Questions buried under sand and time. My curiosity is my greatest strength and my downfall. It has brought me nothing but misery and yet I am proud that I can hold my miserable head high and claim I am no fool!! Nothing can surpass my knowing eyes and thorough mind. Nothing but my heart which tends not to listen to reason. So am I a fool? Will I regret the decisions I've made. Is this all a waste of time. Will I ever know the truth and do I even want to?