Sometimes, I feel as if I understand, as if I know... Sometimes, I’m confused…like a blur of dreams from a night’s broken sleep. Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes, I want us to talk, about you and about me, about all this that has come our way. Sometimes, I want to ask you why you won’t give in and I want to find out what you’re afraid of. Sometimes, I wish you saw the unnatural measure of faith I have in you. Sometimes, I want to run away, from all this that has come our way. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Like a blurred dream from a cold night’s broken sleep.