there were always questions…from lovers…brothers…sisters…and mothers…dads dwelling on the biggest question of all, What are you doing?….

society’s questions of right and wrong…what’s what…whose that…where are you…when will you….oh to run and hide…

former bosses who questioned every move….professor’s and proofreaders on-going questions, What do you know, not much…not much…

questioned by authorities of whereabouts on the night of November, 17, 1967…still in the womb officer…still in the womb…

I should have just stayed there…kept quiet…alone with my thoughts…a continual state of peace…avoiding questions…