When the sporadically emotional type starts crying, don't ask why. They may not stop.

No. I'm not going to bed. 

I'm sorry, I lie sometimes. 

You know in those hours 

when your mind struggles to wake 

because with every nerve and muscle and every cell 

your body knows 

just knows that sleep is imperitive

well the mind, confused 

continues to put together assumptions of life 

and being and breathing and what the future will be 

in five minutes and sometimes five years

oh the years are most interesting

awaking with such an odd feeling 

uncertainty, confusion 

wait, was I there? will I be? What? Stop. No. 

Just stop. 

Sweet, so sweet. Is it just me? 

Am I stupid again? Overreacting? 

Ah. How shallow I can be. 

I wonder also if days like this always follow dreams like that. 

I've never been the sporadically emotional type

maybe I was just too young

for now, I'm fine

but if you catch me cryin' 

don't ask why