I stopped asking when life stopped answering.
I stopped asking when the dark became my guide.
I stopped asking when the silence became my music.
I stopped asking when the loneliness became my companion.
But when I finally saw it, I understood.
I had been searching in the dark for my light.
I had been searching in the silence for my voice.
I had been searching in the loneliness for my soul.
I stopped asking questions when I began to confuse subtlety with silence.
Life hadn't stopped answering, I had forgotten to listen.