Sometimes I am filled with moments of nothingness, but in those moments I am just comforted with my words in the empty world.
Sometimes I build up my hopes as tall as the Burj Khalifa.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the reason you stop working to check if it’s time to see me or call me.
Sometimes I wonder if I will be the inspiration to my son whenever he is in a low place.
Sometimes I wonder if we live for love does it mean that oxygen.
Sometimes I wonder if we focus on the right thing; will everything just fall in the right place?
Sometimes I wonder if forgiveness would change the past; will it heal our wounds shut our pain?
Sometimes I wonder if I work hard enough, sweat and be determined; does it mean that’s the end of the magic?
Sometimes I wonder if I did not smile at you; does it mean I would be staring at the abyss alone?
Sometimes I wonder if I didn’t love movies as much; does it mean that I will still be jealous of Juliet and still looking for my Romeo?
Sometime I wonder if I was shy; would my body know the ache that runs through when you are touching me.
Sometimes I wonder if I had never felt your touch; would I know the chemistry that happens in my body?
Sometimes I wonder if I was not writing; would I still stare at a blank page, but still see invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.