sometimes.
sometimes i am afraid,
but i am still excited.
sometimes i feel pushed into a corner,
but at others, i feel on top of the world.
i want to thrive in certain moments,
but sometimes i just want to exist.
i want to matter to the world,
but more importantly i want the world
to matter to me.
i want to worry about the real things in life
and forget about the superficial quandaries
that filtrate what is or at least could be real.
sometimes i wish for more
instead of seeing everything i have.
and i want to believe
and never stop,
but not just sometimes,
always.