Sometimes

Sometimes

I don't know if am cynic, or a believer.
Sometimes I believe, believe that it happens for a reason. Sometimes I just don't believe in anything or anyone.

I don't know if am a lover or a hater.

Sometimes my heart feels so heavily for a stranger I find myself questioning my sanity. Other times I feel strongly against another I wonder if my humanity really exists.

I don't know if am a reader or a writer.

Sometimes I spend hours writing just to hate reading it. Sometimes i spend hours reading and I like it.

Sometimes I love the music I have in my phone, other times it drives me so crazy I just shut it off and listen to the silence.

Sometimes am happy, other times am sad. Sometimes am a lover, other times, just a hater. Sometimes I believe, other times I see that belief as torture. Sometimes I know myself, and other times I am a stranger even to myself