Questions.
They can provide information or insight they can make things better or worse.
We all ask so many of them as simple as a child asking a parent or as complex as a student asking a professor.
Answers.
They're the response to all of our questions. They can be helpful or harmful, useful or useless.
Questions.
I ask the ones I don't want the answer to.

That feeling.

The one you get when you see it through the ripped paper
The excitement, the anticipation, the passion.
When it's there right infront of you gleaming like light is absent from everything else you open it taking your time to peel apart the layers of complex packaging.
There it lies, it's what you've wanted for what seems like forever and now it's yours.
You learn everything about It. How it looks how it feels how it works. Everything inside and out. You never want to let it go. You don't let it go. If it breaks you fix it. It grows with you it becomes a part of you.
Your new toy.