What Shall We Do Now?

sometimes there's just so little to talk about. sometimes you just can't analyze and theorize and philosophize. and sometimes it's better off that way.

sometimes you need to take things for face value, and treat things for what they are. sometimes we burden ourselves with thought, burden ourselves with the expectation that we can and must think. sometimes we forget what it is to float or lie back or take it all in.

sometimes we miss them, miss the times and the people and the smells and the sights and sounds. sometimes we realize we've taken it all for granted when we thought we were just floating, lying back and taking it all in.

sometimes we feel the rain and curse our luck and our soaked socks. sometimes we look outside and squint and mutter under our breath about the blazing sun and its lack of remorse. sometimes we become one with the rain or let the sun shine down upon us in our shared joy.

sometimes we just don't know what to do next. sometimes we're telling the next person.

sometimes we breathe for oxygen. sometimes we breathe for life. sometimes we just breathe because we can.

sometimes we just need to feel. sometimes we need to just feel.