Sometimes

Sometimes, life feels heavy.
Not tragic. Not broken.
Just quietly miserable — like a sky that won’t clear.

And sometimes, words don’t help.
They try to speak, but they fall short.

It’s a good and rainy morning —
and somehow, that feels right.
Soft. Still. Almost sacred.

Sometimes, I look up and wonder.
Is this it?
Is it enough?
Am I missing something?

Sometimes, I feel sure of what I know.
Other times, I get lost in my own thoughts.
Like the world isn’t quite built the way it should be.
Like there’s a piece missing. A beat skipped.

Sometimes, a simple “sorry” feels like a gift.
Sometimes, it feels like a lift —
a small mercy that says, "I see you."

Sometimes, my heart feels so full,
I swear it might burst.

Sometimes, A doesn’t come before B.
And sometimes, 1 + 1 doesn’t add up to 2.
And that’s okay.

Sometimes, I question things I thought I already answered.
Sometimes, I don’t even want answers.
Just a moment to sit in it.

And guess what?

That’s life.
It just be like that.
Sometimes.

Learning to Sit With Storms

Weather forecast for today: dark.
Clouds heavy. Sky quiet.
Rain falling — soft, steady, endless.

I sit in a corner,
cigarette in hand,
watching the sky write its own poetry.

There’s something about rain.
Something calming.
It doesn't ask anything of you —
it just is.

And for a moment,
that’s enough.

I used to say I was in love with the whole world.
And maybe I still am —
especially when it wraps itself in its rainy arms.
Every drop feels like a reminder
that it’s okay to feel everything.

They say life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass.
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
But some days,
you don’t need to dance.
You just need to sit still and let it fall.

Let the world be grey.
Let the moment be quiet.
Let it rain.
And just feel.

Because rainy days?
They don’t make me sad.
They make me real.

Funeral of Hearts

She was the sun, shining upon; 

The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. 

He was the moon, painting you; 

With it's glow so vulnerable and pale. 

She was the wind, carrying in; 

All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget. 

He was the fire, restless and wild; 

And you were like a moth to that flame.

From Strangers to Everything (And Sometimes Back Again)

Remember when we were little,
and our parents would say,
“Don’t talk to strangers”?

Funny how life works.
Look around now —
most of the people closest to us
were once complete strangers.
People we didn’t know existed.
People we probably wouldn’t have spoken to
if we still listened to that advice.

Some of them became best friends.
Some, the ones we loved.
Others are just people we vibe with —
part of our world in ways we never planned.

It’s wild, isn’t it?
How someone can walk into your life as nobody,
and suddenly become a reason
you smile differently.

At first, we keep our guard up.
We don’t know their story,
what they carry,
what they might change.

But somehow,
walls fall.
Time passes.
Connections form.
And before we know it,
that stranger becomes someone we couldn’t imagine life without.

But here’s the part that hurts —
sometimes it all reverses.
Someone who once meant everything…
becomes a stranger again.
Like hitting rewind on a bond you never thought would break.

No goodbyes. No closure. Just space.
And silence.

Maybe that’s just how it goes.
Strangers to close.
Close to gone.
A cycle we all live through.

Still, it amazes me.
How the people who shape us the most
were once invisible.
Fate? Coincidence?
I don’t know.

But I do know this:
Some of the deepest parts of our lives
are written by people
we hadn’t even met yet.

Let It Rain

Let It Rain

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”

Some days, you don’t fight the feelings.
You just sit with them.
Let the sky cry if it needs to.
Let yourself feel — without fixing, without pretending.

It’s okay to be quiet.
It’s okay to not be okay.
You don’t have to fake the sun
when your world is clouded.

Because not every storm
needs to be stopped.
Some just need to pass.

And maybe the most honest thing you can do
is to stand still in the rain
and let it fall
until your heart feels clean again.