The eyes might see what they want, or do they have an option? Is our previous thought influenced by the thought before it or there is a new start? If words structure everything, how are we surviving with vague language boundaries and words that light an emotion or a chain of thought in someone else's mind? Questions have an arrival, a sweet life, and a chaotic demise. Sometimes it helps to be curious, the other times it sucks to be in a loop. F**K, I have so many Questions is a poetic journey through many unanswered questions. Join the trip through the turmoil and perceive yourself better than ever.