Curiosity is an irritation,
an itch in the back of the mind.
Oh, the temptation to scratch it…
to break the heavy silence
between light and flippant remarks,
to type but not delete this time.
But…
Don’t ask questions
you don’t want the answer to.
Better to let the irritation fade to a tickle,
than scratch it and leave an open wound.
least said…
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anotherKate 
So true
🙂
Sometimes I scratch, wound and love-hate the journey towards a beautiful scar
Good point 🙂
A cost / benefit assessment sometimes helps. Problem is you don’t know what you don’t know until you find out for better or worse.
True. 🙂 and sometimes the cost/benefit says don’t ask.