I woke up to darkness. It was happening to me. I had fallen to sleep. No! No! The roses were taking me down, blocking all light as I struggled against them, scratching against their thorns. I finally opened my dry lips to scream out but I was muffled and hurt. So I went limp and let myself be dragged down. There was a kind of relief to being taken down out of this horrible, horrible world, away from the Why?. And then I realized, with joy filling my mind. The Why? was not a Question it was an Answer! Why? was the answer to the Why? Question! It was the flowers. Why? are we Questioning? Why? are we still wanting to be alive? The flowers were not destroying us...they were helping us. Giving us our real wish. I relaxed and closed my eyes, sinking into the darkness. Embracing the Why?s, letting it be my joy. Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why……………