Sometimes, I try to make sense of my senses and what I make of them. But my life is so dreamy, senses continue to evade me.
Sometimes, I try to follow the things I read and be a nice person. But my essence is not so bright . I rebound to the same selfish streak that is inherent in me.
Sometimes, I try to be honest, very honest with myself. But I end up puzzling myself and those around me.
Sometimes, I try not to cheat myself . But I end up being an impostor.
Sometimes, I try to love, claiming I know what it means. But then, somebody comes along and gifts me unselfishness and leaves me wondering what love actually means.
Sometimes, when I miss her, I doubt my self sufficiency.
Sometimes, I forget everything and stare in the space blankly.
Sometimes, I am purely blank, unable to think, intellect, feel, see or hear things.
Sometimes, I try to love, claiming I know what it means. But then, somebody comes along and gifts me unselfishness and leaves me wondering what love actually means.
Sometimes, when I miss her, I doubt my self sufficiency.
Sometimes, I forget everything and stare in the space blankly.
Sometimes, I am purely blank, unable to think, intellect, feel, see or hear things.
Sometimes, I think it best to keep quiet…very quiet…very very quiet .....
