Spike

And I just do not know, which is nothing new. So why do I bother to come to this makeshift book of dream? I just can't say. Something, some spike in my chest keeps me coming to my pages, when I seem to be losing my all faith... I just don't know, God, I could say it a thousand times, write it neatly until it every line of every page and still I wouldn't know

klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.