Sometimes I feel alone.
Sometimes I feel like I am the last person in the world
Sometimes I look up to the sky and realize how small I am
Sometimes I wish I was a tear drop at the bottom of the ocean.
Sometimes the sea calls my name
Sometimes I replay
Sometimes I just run away
Laying down on an air mattress contemplating the frivolity of consciousness
I realize that my son is humming a beautiful melody to a song I'm familiar with and yet
I don't know why.
Suddenly I am not alone.
Sometimes that is all it takes to lift me up from the ground.
Sometimes I'm not afraid anymore. Sometimes I find soothing the fact that we all die.
Sometimes just sometimes I feel happy.
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