Why is the sky so grey? Of course, sometimes it's blue, and sometimes it's white. Sometimes it even turns purple, then orange, and then black. I'm sure there are people who have an answer to this question. Geologists, biologists, perhaps physicists. I'm sure there is an explanation, a reason why the sky is not green, or beige, or the colour of rust. But that's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is why, why is the sky so grey.
Why is time so unforgiving? Of course, time is a constant, it's always been that way, and it will never change. I'm sure there are people who know the reason. Historians, philosophers, perhaps psychologists. I'm sure there is a reason why an hour feels like a minute at times of happiness, and a minute feels like an hour at times of sadness. But that's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is why, why is time so unforgiving.
Why do people die so young? Of course, some people die old, some live for more than a century before they leave. But some people don't. And I'm sure there are people who have an answer to this question, too. Anthropologists, theologists, perhaps physicians. I'm sure there is an explanation, a reason for all the things that happen. But that's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is why, why did she have to leave so soon.
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