Sometimes I wonder why the sky is so blue and bright when you just don't feel right. How some people judge from one encounter and don't bother to give you a second chance, when really, your heart begs for it.

Sometimes I look at my hands and see all the things that I have done. They have taken part in holding my newly born nieces and nephew, they have written my beloved stories, they have drawn my master pieces, and they were gesturing when in a dark fight with my mother. They are worn out with all the things I have done and no cream can cure the dryness my hands seem to have succumbed to.

Sometimes, mirrors tell me stories as a whole, but Sometimes they lie. I try to look good in the mirror's eye, yet I know of how my life has gone. All my failures, heartbreaks, my desires, dreams, hopes, but most importantly, my achievements.

Sometimes, I wonder why the sky is so blue and bright when you just don't feel right. But I do wonder why it rains when happiness has creeped into my mind, heart, and soul. When happiness has creeped into my life. I wonder why it is so hard to be as I am. Or why bringing myself down because of my past arguments and ordeals has become my daily obsession.

I really don't know.

But in truth,

Always,

Never Sometimes,

I find myself being quite glad to be me.

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I guess, you can use this branch as a way of asking life's questions?
Use it as a way to kind of let go of all the questions you have!

updated Dec 14, 2008 by d.f.m