Sometimes, I wonder.

Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth the wait.
Sometimes, I wonder if this thing will eventually subside.
Sometimes, I wonder if what they say is true.
Sometimes, I wonder what may have happened.
Sometimes, I wonder what’s in store for her future.
Sometimes, I wonder what she thinks.
Sometimes, I wonder how it tastes.
Sometimes, I wonder what ifs.
Sometimes, I wonder why I hate.
Sometimes, I wonder what’s the truth.
Sometimes, I wonder what should be known.
Sometimes, I wonder why they leave.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is real life.
Sometimes, I wonder how different can it be.
Sometimes, I wonder if this warmth can trigger the fire inside her.
Sometimes, I wonder if it lingers from afar.
Sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be afar.
Sometimes, I wonder why pain excites the same as curiosity.
Sometimes, I wonder how it looks from her point of view.
Sometimes, I wonder how perspective matches the gray sails above.
Sometimes, I wonder how long is far.
Sometines, I wonder how importance can be called on anyone.
Sometimes. I wonder how lost can be found.
Sometimes. I wonder why understatements are a thousand of things.
Sometimes. I wonder about good days turning to special ones.
Sometimes, I wonder how losing can be winning.
But lately, I have been wondering about how we are.

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