Why is it sometimes not possible to look into somebody’s eyes and let that person know your feelings?
Why is it sometimes not possible to keep walking, walking and walking without looking back?
Why do memories have life…Why don’t they die with the moment…Why do they sometimes recreate the whole episode again?
Why is that life never gives a second chance?
Why is that it’s always the mind which rules… and not the heart?
Why am I thinking all this in the middle of the night?