Sometimes
Sometimes, I feel it.
Not often, but sometimes.
It comes when I need it
Never when I want it.
Some give it a name.
Sometimes, I call it that.
But it deserves more.
Sometimes, it just is.
They call it 'content'
When the mood is right.,
I can feel it.
An overwhelming wave.
My thoughts are peaceful.
My heart rate slows.
Sometimes, I can sit there
And need nothing more.
It can happen anytime.
And anywhere.
More than not,
It only happens sometimes.
The lighting might be perfect,
The temperature just right.
I might be reflecting on the past.
That is when it comes.
Sometimes, I wish it'd come more often.
Sometimes I wish I'd always have it.
Then I realize that I only need it sometimes.
It would mean nothing if I felt it always.
So I love it when I get it
And miss it when I don't.
But to what would I compare
If I felt nothing else?
Sometimes I feel it.
More that not I don't.
Peace, comfort, joy.
All when I feel content.
Not often, but sometimes.
It comes when I need it
Never when I want it.
Some give it a name.
Sometimes, I call it that.
But it deserves more.
Sometimes, it just is.
They call it 'content'
When the mood is right.,
I can feel it.
An overwhelming wave.
My thoughts are peaceful.
My heart rate slows.
Sometimes, I can sit there
And need nothing more.
It can happen anytime.
And anywhere.
More than not,
It only happens sometimes.
The lighting might be perfect,
The temperature just right.
I might be reflecting on the past.
That is when it comes.
Sometimes, I wish it'd come more often.
Sometimes I wish I'd always have it.
Then I realize that I only need it sometimes.
It would mean nothing if I felt it always.
So I love it when I get it
And miss it when I don't.
But to what would I compare
If I felt nothing else?
Sometimes I feel it.
More that not I don't.
Peace, comfort, joy.
All when I feel content.
I was going to write something rather emotional and complicated and dramatic and very, very unrealistic, so I decided to change it completely and write something... unexpected.
Because, honestly, I don't want to surface those things. I'd rather do it in a different way.
And no, I am not a maniac depressed person who bottles their emotions to release them in violent and sometimes destructive ways. I can't believe you even came to that conclusion. Goodness!
The last time I honestly felt completely content, I thought, "I wonder why I feel content. Is it the lighting? The mood? The prefect temperature and humidity?" So, I thought of this when I wanted to write something more down-to-earth. My mind wouldn't let me get off the idea of emotions, so might as well write about a good one, right?
Because, honestly, I don't want to surface those things. I'd rather do it in a different way.
And no, I am not a maniac depressed person who bottles their emotions to release them in violent and sometimes destructive ways. I can't believe you even came to that conclusion. Goodness!
The last time I honestly felt completely content, I thought, "I wonder why I feel content. Is it the lighting? The mood? The prefect temperature and humidity?" So, I thought of this when I wanted to write something more down-to-earth. My mind wouldn't let me get off the idea of emotions, so might as well write about a good one, right?
2/9/13