The question, is not that why some roses wither and some thrive.
And of course not that why some pieces are lesser when you rearrange the puzzle one more time.
Not, that why some pains always feel like they did when you felt them for the first time.
Maybe not that why some rains end up in brown skies.

It could have been that, why the dying children are never sad.
And why sometimes the summers are cold.
Why some people never come out of the labyrinth,
And why do you push me away?

What is the farthest you have felt from everything,
And what if your everything is one single point in space-time?
What if deep inside oceans there is nothing,
And what if all the pink horizons are asymptotic to the purple skies.

The question is, if everything is alright,

Why does it hurt so much?

-