Sometimes

Sometimes, I think about the world. Sometimes, I just seep into oblivion.

Sometimes, I wonder about a garden without those flowers. Sometimes, I just think about that beggar for hours.

Sometimes, I just want to sit and sigh. Sometimes, I want to say my goodbye.

Sometimes, I want to read between the lines. Sometimes, I have to read beneath those lies.

Sometime, I believe in love. Sometimes, I try to feel enough.

Sometimes, I want to comfort that pup on the road. Sometimes, I want to shy away from the world.

Sometimes, mom smiles at me for no reason at all. Sometimes, I am the happiest of them all.

Sometimes, I sing myself to sleep. Sometimes, I open my eyes to see those dreams.

Sometimes, I talk to you in my head. Sometimes, I just simply, dread.

Sometimes, I feel safe in the wildest of the places. Sometimes, even at home, my heart races.

Sometimes, I want to hold that child. Sometimes, I want to be alright.

Sometimes, I watch the sun go down as I sip the tea Ma had made. Sometimes, I don’t want the moon to go away.

Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes, I think. Sometimes, I breathe. Sometimes, I sink.

Just, sometimes.