Sometimes...

I like to think, I know everyone is always thinking it's part of our nature, but i like to think about things people don't usually seem to stop and take time for.

I like to slow down,

even just for a couple seconds,

and scribble down those arbitrary thoughts that clutter the back of my mind.

What is love, do we really live for it?

Who am I?

Where does everything go?

Why does time always leave us behind, without going anywhere?

Anxiety, why do you always make your appearance at the worst times?

Why do we trick ourselves into playing silly games?

Why does music mean so much to us? And art?

What would I do without all of this?

Who would I be if I didn't question everything around me?

What makes anyone special?

What makes anyone ordinary?

Who would I be if I knew the answer to even one of these questions?

I guess I couldn't tell you.

And I guess thats okay with me,

I like me the way I am.

- xx, Kelly.

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