Weird

Why sometimes when you found a whole lot of complaints but no one to talk with?
Why sometimes people turn back when they lost all the support that once made them so invulnerable?
Why must we always tell something that wasn't meant to be said?
Why sometimes we try so hard but it just won't turn out the way we hope it should be?
Why sometimes when we take a slow replay of everything that had happened we would have think differently?
Why being able to see a wide blue sky is always comfortable than lying on the bed watching the ceiling?
What made us as who we are but not telling us why we are?

Lame post..Weird thoughts..