why's

she lay there in quiet reflection,
peace on her mind amid the chaos of confusion that accompanies conflict.
currently, as she divides and categorizes the "how-to's" from the "why's" putting each thought into a beaker of more flammable liquid, she unknowingly casts the "i love you" aside and pushes onward by instead giving renegade molecules the power to bind together in some sort of last minute effort to cry.