Scatterbrainy

Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind

here's a riddle for you.

I've always been more question than answer.

Constantly asking and secretly hoping that you will, too.

I suppose it is a sign of a split personality.

I suppose it is demanding; never settling for what I know is there.

Always looking for more. Always asking (for) more.

But, despite common belief, questions don't always want answers.

Sometimes they simply want to be asked.
They crave the challenge, the twisting, turning, interpreting, erasing...

I ask questions I hope never to find the answers to.

It is frustrating for you that you cannot solve my riddles.

Because I do not want to be solved.