What is not said is an awkward digression

There are questions hovering around you, gently begging you to give them space, promising you a truth that concerns you, and as soon as you open the door for them, they pounce on you, sit on your chest, break a rib, and take its place! They stab your heart whenever they please until they get what they want, or else... they kill you. You will keep chasing the answer like a feverish person, and you are not to blame... for there is no escape except a mercy shot in the form of an answer.