I don't know.

maybe it's because I overestimated myself.
maybe it's because 1.00 plusplus in the morning was my best friend. was.
maybe it's because some fine lines meant to be drawn are simply erased.
maybe it's because tears can have the property of Niagara Falls.
maybe it's because I should have slammed the door close, hanged up the telephone, shut the jar lid and screamed until my voice isn't there anymore.
maybe it's because top ain't top anymore.
maybe it's because I'm getting slapped smack in the face for something that I didn't even do, for goodness sake.
maybe it's because there are green and yellow rings on my fingers that are invisible.
maybe it's because some crystal balls are simply, crystal balls.
maybe it's because my throat is acting up on me until I sound like Co-Ed's Hyewon.
maybe it's because my foot is getting worse, and the muscle's all bundled up.
maybe it's because I'm horrendously blind such that I can't even see the shard of glass in front of me.
maybe it's because so much rice grains come in but what comes out is just one freaking grain.
maybe it's because tripods are going to play a very important role in my life.
maybe it's because letting go is the 2nd hardest thing to sleeping on a bed of thorns.
maybe it's because I'm barking up the wrong tree, gnawing, chewing, whatever...
maybe it's because the wolves are breeding in my mind.
maybe it's because the cow skin is stretched by ten thousand strings.
maybe it's because I loved someone.

I don't know.