On Somedays

On somedays I want to metamorphose into a butterfly and fly high

On somedays I want to be a centipede crawl slowly step by step inch by inch

On somedays I want to escape reality and feel fiction

On somedays I want to standstill neither dream of future nor freeze memories

On somedays I want to stare at yellow lights, think beyond darkness

On somedays I want to die too

And on somedays, some evenings like this, I want to make diary entries like these.