sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

sometimes.
all it needs is time.

sometimes.
it needs a LOT of time.

sometimes.
it can take a little shouting.

sometimes.
it can take a lot of shouting.

sometimes.
things aren't gonna be the same.

sometimes.
there is no happy ending.

sometimes.
you've gotta accept that.

sometimes.
all it takes is some good friends and some friendly conversation.

sometimes.
not that easy.

sometimes.
you get what you want.

sometimes.
what you think you want turns around and spits in your face.

sometimes.
all it takes is the right song.

sometimes.
it all comes down to echoes and silence, patience and grace.

sometimes.
someone takes the best of you.

my heart is under arrest again, but i break loose.
my head is givin me life or death, but i can't choose.
i swear i'll never give in, no i'll refuse.
is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you.

sometimes.
we have regrets.

sometimes.
we have to forgive.

sometimes.
we can't do it. at least not yet.

sometimes.
there's nothing you can say to make it better.

sometimes.
nothing hurts more than something.

sometimes.
all your shouting isn't enough.

sometimes.
when it comes crashing down on you, you don't bother to dig yourself out.

sometimes.
so much crashes, you CAN'T dig out.

sometimes.
there's nothing you can give it but time.

sometimes.
there's no pill, poison, or remedy that can take the pain.

sometimes.
you can't replace it.

sometimes.
you can't escape it.

sometimes.
fuck.

sometimes.
you realize that you have class somewhere around 12 hours from now.

sometimes.
you wish it had never gone down the way it did.

sometimes.
it takes every fiber of your being not to let go.

sometimes.
you realize you don't know where you're going with a blog post, that probably no one is going to read anyway.

i'd stand but they're much too tall
and i fall.
FEBRUARY STARS, floating in the dark
TEMPORARY SCARS, february stars.
february stars floating in the dark,
temporary scars february stars.

sometimes.
you feel bad for feeling mad.

sometimes.
you don't know whether you care anymore.