Sometimes

And sometimes I look back, reminiscing about lost innocence and an uneven childhood. Sometimes I wonder how one tiny decision could have changed my life, for better or for worse. Sometimes what matters the most, is the smallest, most insignificant moment that no one else would even care to notice. And sometimes, I remember why it stands out. Sometimes, I forget, the days passing me bye like a rocket to the moon, leaving me stranded all alone, to cope with what I had no control over in the first place. And sometimes, I decide that it’s okay to be alone. But sometimes I know that it’s not because while you fly away, I stand here looking at the stars wishing you had stayed behind. Sometimes, I think I love you. And sometimes I banish the thought, knowing we are best friends and that that’s the type of camaraderie I’m feeling. Sometimes I have a plan. And sometimes, I have no idea what I’m about to do. Sometimes, sometimes life comes at you fast, leaving you in a breathless heap. And sometimes it runs in slow motion, as if making sure that you’re keeping track, making a mental picture and logging that moment in your brain forever. Sometimes life is easy, what you expect, regretless, and steady. Most times, its hard, confusing, full of mistakes and tilting like crazy, making it difficult to stay upright. Sometimes, I’m right. But most times, I have no idea what I‘m getting myself into.