I have this great flaw, sometimes I forget the whys.
the reason for my choices, the reason for my pain and my joy.

I forget all this and let myself be swept away
by the hows of the moment,
by the what in your eyes,
by the promises in your words. but it’s the whys that mark life, the experiences…

in doubt, I’ve engraved my whys on my skin.
so that they can remind me why I am happy,
why I'm here and not where you tell me to.