F**K I have so many Questions : a poetic voyage through chaos

The eyes might see what they want or do they have an option?Is our previous thought influenced by the thought before it or there is a new start? If words structure everything how are we surviving with vague language boundaries and words that light an emotion or a chain of thought in someone elses mind?Questions have an arrival a sweet life and a chaotic demise. Sometimes it helps to be curious the other times it sucks to be in a loop.F**K I have so many Questions is a poetic journey through many unanswered questions. Join the trip through the turmoil and perceive yourself better than ever.After all we know only a drop in this ocean called life.