Unknown

     It's the feeling that makes you weak, from within. An understanding that sometimes things just happen. But do they happen with a purpose or just by luck. It's the mystery that bothers me, the unknown that occurs out of no where. And not knowing what happens next is scary. Yet can it be exciting? Sometimes I'm not sure how to feel. The anticipation withers  my mind away, and the pain that it creates. Crying is a good way to muddle the feeling. Food makes the feeling dull and numb and palatable. Or starvation, that makes the feeling seem less important as food is always on the mind.