Hush, my child.
I know you wish to know why the ocean waves churn in sea shells.
I know you wish to know why the sky is the same color as your eyes.
I know you wish to know why the stars only come out in the nighttime.
I know you wish to know why the end of the rainbow is never ever found.
I know you want to know why some things taste good and some things taste bad.
I know you want to know why some nights you have dreams and some nights you don't.
I know you want to know why some words you're not allowed to say without trouble.
I know you want to know why some people like to hurt or ignore each other.
I know you wonder why we exchange paper instead of simply sharing.
I know you wonder why we are sometimes so afraid of each other.
I know you wonder why we don't dream once we're "old."
I know you wonder why we are all so...strange.
But honestly, my child,
Often I feel that I know even less than you do.