Sometimes
And sometimes a piece of you just dies and falls away, like the leaves falling off trees in autumn.
Sometimes no matter how much you want something to be, to exist again, it won’t.
Sometimes you have to learn that growing older is inevitable, but not necessarily a horror.
Sometimes you have to accept that people don’t want to be found. And that they aren’t out there looking for you.
Sometimes life is just boring.
Sometimes work-home-bed will be a never ending cycle in your life, and potentially, for a short time, the only reliable thing.
Sometimes you’ll want to go back in time and change things.
Sometimes you’ll want to go back in time and do the same thing, only with more confidence and attitude.
Sometimes it will just be you. And that’s all.