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Sometimes, you don’t know why you cry. Your life seems but perfect to everyone, as well as you. Yet tears wet your pillow. You feel lonely, afraid. You feel pain you can’t explain.

Sometimes you are ecstatic. You know all that you want. Life is a heavenly place. But that feeling doesn’t last.

Sometimes you feel lost. You run around trying to find your way. Your eyes grow weak in the hunt for the right path. You stay awake in an attempt to map your life.

Sometimes none of this matters. Sometimes the chaos is calming.

Just sometimes you share your misery with somebody else. And it makes sense to them. They don’t charge you with over reaction. They don’t logic life with you. They are in sync with your emotions.

Sometimes you feel safe.

Sometimes there is an outburst that is nonsensical. Sometimes there is clarity in every sentence. Sometimes you feel miserable. Sometimes you laugh at the self-pity.

Sometimes I write you or he or she. But in reality it is all me. Sometimes I need help to accept this. Sometimes truth is right there but there is reluctance to acknowledge.

Sometimes vulnerability is overwhelming but necessary.