Questions

When does dusk turn to night? What do we consider the border? Is there one? Why do we leave things so blurry with holes to fill in? When does the mind go from sad to depressed and from stressed to anxious? What about when our words fade to noise? When does what we are saying loose meaning, simply noise to avoid silence? Who decides when your silence is awkward or companionable? Is it both? How do decide without breaking silence? Why does silence become deafening and when does it begin to crush you? Can you tell me the answers, can you tell me when others start asking the hard things? Can you tell me when we lost our curiosity, our dying race? We sought knowledge like a dragon seeks treasure and yet now we all settle for what we are given and what we are served. When did this become acceptable, to sit and idly decay staring at screens? When did we stop seeking answers, especially when finding them yourself breathes life into the world? When did black and white and grey become the colours of the world, towering in cities, driving past us and leeching our life? When did our spectrum become so dull and our minds so bleak? Colours are a drug that fill our minds, souls and bodies with energy, from the deepest reds of rage to the brightest yellows of joy. When did our dose of colour become the same grey pills everyday? Why has most of the world given up on the flair of colour... I guess one day we’ll know.