Sometimes

In between the constant tinging of my phone
and hooted car horns I find my self sometimes in moments of clarity

between fleeting rainfalls and misty beaches
sometimes I catch glimpses of myself

Between wishes for love and soapboxing my glorious independance
Sometimes there's a knock which I answer

Between flirtatious repartee and honest confessions
sometimes a hand is extended.

Between ravernous hunger and steaming towers of food
Sometimes I hunger for you

Between flip flops in my tummy, and stuttering in my speech
sometimes you see me




Comments

That last line is especially powerful.
Aasia said…
Thanks Saals. Feelings... I can haz them

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