Sometime, I have no idea how something will get paid; but I always have the faith that my needs will be met.
Sometime, the landing on a plane ride jolts me so much that I wonder if it will be my last; but I clench my arms and breath real slow, believing that that day won't be my last.
Sometime when a friend is sad, I want to reach in and show them why happiness is available; instead I only make matters worse.
Sometime, I rehearse what I will say first, to make sure that my old 6 year old lisp doesn't come back to haunt me.
Sometime, I don't answer the phone because I am tired an I know you only use me as a proverbial garbage can for your trash; and I simply can't deal with it.
Sometime, when people get loud, I get quiet because there simply isn't enough room for both of us in this space.
Sometime, the smallest things make me cry. But I will never show my tears to you.
Sometime when things are too chaotic, and I feel control slipping through my fat fingers, I start to clean because if nothing else, I can control that.
Sometime I like to go places alone. I enjoy the company of myself, and don't feel like being bothered with the daunting task of entertaining a person who cannot entertain themselves.
Sometime, I ask questions that I already know the answer to.
Sometime, I wonder why I am still in Houston.
Sometime I wonder why you are still in my life.
Sometime, I wonder so much that my brain loses connection and the next thing I know...............................
