sometimes she don't like sometimes.
sometimes she like all the time.
but if its all the time, sometimes...
well, maybe because life is all the time sometimes.
we just need to give time, time.
it had been a stuggle to her.
she tried.
still trying, somtimes.
most of the time, half heartedly living.
she asked herself, what was the purpose of her creation.
she knew it of course.
only sometimes, she hopes that she will all the time remembers it.
remember her purpose of living.
to serve her creator. as best and beyond that she could think she thought she could do.
though as confused she may presented herself, deep down she is all clear and calm
what's outside is actually her inside
though other ppl may seem to think that she is volatile
but as wrong as she may look like
she is comfortable enough to be her own self
much lighter
much easier
because the past has been a mistake
which she is glad that it happened
cause things happened for a reason
and if that reason involves her getting nearer to her creator
she will gladly accept
no pain no gain
she agrees
she nodded
she smile
she is happy
though time and time,
she would sometimes wish sometimes can be all the time
but most of the time, she is steady
maybe not quite slow but almost steady...
moving on
to the next step of life
she could not help to weep and cry
of her spoilt milk
she knew its wrong
but there are time she thinks that its necessary to be sad and malencholy
of somthing that gone wrong
what that is in the past
is already left
and her now seem to be much colourful sometimes
maybe all the time
probably most of the time
and from time to time
she will become a butterfly
she prays for it
and even she could not
well, at least sometimes
dreaming brings no harm, right?
better than all the time complaining
better than most of the time being blank and sad
the better part of life still awaits
she hopes
sometimes
all the time
most of the time
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