The Question of an Answer

I have this place I like to go,
When I need to think.
It's not much,
Really nothing special.
It's just away, away from technology, and light pollution.
The stars are brilliant,
Bright to an uncanny point.
There I feel alone, I feel...safe.
At this place I can travel to space,
yet, never leave Earth.
Here, I'm confused but I understand,
I understand insanity, insomnia, and every aspect of confusion.
Yet I can't shake the feeling, that understanding confusion,
Is only being confused about understanding.
In this place I feel lost and found all at the same time.
I question all,
All things including feelings.
I question hate with anger, love, compassion, and understanding.
Some are easier to answer then others.
Some are near impossible, such as love.
I respect it.
I want to give it.
I want to receive it.
Yet, I don't know what it truly is.
So I sit in wonderment,
and I ponder.
I travel to a distant land,
Where I feel that the answer is close,
But it is always out of reach.
Finally after hours of reaching, stretching towards my goals,
I regress and I walk away.
Though repeatedly, I've come to a conclusion.
I continue to question and search for the meaning.
I search for an answer whose question is unknown.