Life is What you make it (Sometimes)

Sometimes

When it’s beautiful outside, I just wanna make it ugly.

When it’s ugly that’s when I find beauty.

Don’t judge, you do the same. That’s why we’re not getting better.

Too many times that’s what holds us together.

So, when things start to change, we flip. We claim suffering makes us tougher but only on each other.

Sometimes

I want to restart.

We had many chances. Break-ups, divorce, wars.

I get what we ask for. I hate it when I have it. I love it when I don’t.

It’s because I don’t want you to experience the power. I want it alone.

No judgement. I need to help and harm exclusively. I need to be blame free. I want credit doubt free.

When the world seems ugly, I search for the beauty.

Sometimes, it’s easy.

I stop looking in others because they leave.

So, all I have is myself.

Sometimes that’s the hardest to experience and believe.