Sometimes I want to rant, and wonder if it'd be alright to do so.

Sometimes there is so much I wanna say, yet so much of which I can't.

Sometimes I like lazing around, and just watch the daylight fade into dark.

Sometimes I feel so tired, I want to know how I managed this far.

Sometimes, the night makes me remember,
the loneliness so beautiful it inspires;
all that which once were
so brief
so fleeting,
all that which still cloud my memories
like mists of morn.