Sometimes horrible things are wholly good in the end.
Sometimes positive things are truly evil in the end.
Sometimes there is NO line between good & evil, right & wrong.
Sometimes there is Nothing But the line.
Sometimes the words that match my soul scare the crap out of me.
Sometimes the words that match my soul are so beautiful they hurt.
Sometimes the words that match my soul are so ugly & horrifying that they are beautiful.
Sometimes the words that match my soul are not words that can be spoken, but they can be heard.
Sometimes I know that One Word is All there is.
Sometimes I want to live so bad I feel like dying.
Sometimes I want to die so bad I end up living.
Sometimes I pray for things just so that I won't get them.
Sometimes I wish for things just so that I might get them.
Sometimes I give up hope completely just so that I will get it all.
Sometimes when I say I love you, it means I hate your guts.
Sometimes when I say I love you, it means I hate MY guts.
Sometimes when I think I hate you, it means I love you more than life itself.
Sometimes when I think I hate me, it means I love you more than life itself.
Sometimes I can't tell the difference.
Sometimes I am afraid that my heart will never heal.
Sometimes I doubt that it was ever whole in the first place.
Sometimes I am terrified that it will mend and it won't change anything.
Sometimes I am terrified that this is all there is.
Sometimes I am terrified because I know there is more.
Sometimes I want to throw myself away.
Sometimes I am afraid for myself.
Sometimes I am afraid for everyone else.
Sometimes I want to save the world.
Sometimes I want to set it on fire and watch the motherfucker burn.
Sometimes I wonder how the tiny person that I am can possibly be the huge person that I also am.
Sometimes I forget all about the Big Me and revel in my smallness.
Sometimes life is a twisted sick perverted joke that makes me sick laughing.
Sometimes life is so beautiful and thrilling that breathing is orgasmic and I choke.
Sometimes I can't tell the difference.
Sometimes I get tired of balancing on the pinnacle and I let go.
Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I fly.
Sometimes they are the same damn thing.
Sometimes I think I'm flying and I am falling at light speed.
Sometimes I think I am falling and I bust through into a new universe so strong and alive that I wonder how I never saw my wings.
Sometimes forever seems so short and infinity seems so small.
Sometimes my tiny place and time in this world seem immeasurable.
Sometimes I am a paradoxically paradoxical paradigm adjustment technician specializing in Absurdity and Divine Irony.
Sometimes I am a meat popsicle.
Sometimes people get the 2 confused.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that even though I have died that I am still more alive than so many others.
Sometimes I forget on which side of the veil we are supposed to be.
Sometimes I remember how much more I could see when I was blind.
Sometimes literal truth is way more fantastical and figurative than any metaphorical story ever could be.
Sometimes people think I mean these things figuratively, they are wrong.
Sometimes I walk in the rain so that I can see the sunshine.
Sometimes I hide in the dark so that I can feel the light.
Sometimes I am alone and cold so I can feel the love in my soul and forget about my body.
Sometimes I am alone and cold so I can forget the love in my soul and only think about my body.
Sometimes being alone and cold has nothing to do with actually being alone and cold at all.
Sometimes I swear I will never be free.
Sometimes I vow to never be caged.
Sometimes I wonder why I've never truly felt lonely.
Sometimes I remember that it's because I've never truly been alone.
Sometimes I remember seeing the others like me, feeling their embrace, basking in silent love as their wings glide by.
Sometimes I look inside to see through the window in my forehead.
Sometimes I forget how to really see with my eyes.
Sometimes I laugh after this happens because I can hear others laughing with me, remembering that we are all connected anyway.
Sometimes I think that I am a figment of someone's imagination.
Sometimes I am afraid that I am a figment of my own.
Sometimes I feel that I am the sacrifice and a blessing, the curse and the cure.
Sometimes I remember that I am the lamb AND the lion and I laugh.
Sometimes I think it's sad that most people can't tell the difference.
Sometimes being sad is really just being mad.
Sometimes furious rage is tears that can't be shed, words that can't be said and love that isn't felt.
Or is it love that isn't heard?
