There are things to wonder about:
No one should know how long it takes to drown someone.
Why is choking someone always my first response? Because it's the express road to ending a relationship.
In a closed environment (mice), the Fibonacci sequence is a gross under-estimation.
I like looking in your window. I can see you now. You wouldn't think it possible this high up.
Why am I always devising a plan?
Like my friend, I gave up for Lent.
They tell me I'm harmless but I hoisted my father up by the neck until he cried so silently.
My neighbor IS myself, so who comes first? There is no time for a second opinion.
What if the born-agains are right? You wouldn't believe me, anyway.
How deep is my hatred of people? Only the ones I get close to. I don't hate others on principle, just on purpose, one at a time. I know it's an infantile response.
Am I responsible for my dreams? Because that's just not fair.
And there's no time for hate anyway. It's all swallowed up with grief. This is a way of recovering the soul.
If you have to ask, then it's probably too late.
If I knew you, I'd be afraid, too.
What I don't know will kill you.