Sometimes I’m lost and don’t know who I am. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed and just want to flee. Sometimes I don’t know if there is a point at all, sometimes I don’t even hope.
Sometimes I make mistakes. Sometimes they hurt others, sometimes they hurt me. Sometimes they hurt everyone.
Sometimes I am forgiven. Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes it takes a moment to reconcile. Sometimes it takes years. Sometimes we fade away.
Sometimes after all the deeds are done and the words lost to the wind you don’t so much remember the what, just the who. Sometimes you can never properly explain what happened because that relationship itself defies definition.
Sometimes you don’t have to live close. Sometimes you don’t have to talk everyday. Sometimes you know that when you see that person, all the rest of life stops so you can live. Sometimes your night could not be better than something normally regrettable. Sometimes we cry. Sometimes from dander. Sometimes we laugh and talk until time is an irrelevant concept we don’t need to conform to.
Sometimes things make sense. Sometimes, things just come together. Sometimes someone is their drink. Sometimes they are the spicy, salty, unignorable champion of getting up and on that is a bloody mary. Sometimes they wrote the book.
Sometimes when everything else is about to crush me, I just have to shout out a good thing.
