Today's some weird thing consisting of questions brought about by a million sources and reasons—some new, most old, but every one of them circles back to one answer. It's nothing fresh or previously unthought, and most who stumbled its rocks before were likely called weak, silly, trite, perhaps even ineffectual for belting out its letters from true tongues, but that's not a concern—not of mine, anyway. Because it takes strength to show weakness. Yes it's cliche, but cliches exist due to truth; due to repeated behaviors.
You and I both are repeated behaviors, existing of the same. It's a lovely thing.
Hey, you idiots pushed me to write again.
Stupid questions, probably, and one silly answer:
Because we want to be loved—that's why.
