Sometimes

Sometimes the longing you feel isn’t for a person.

It’s not even for a place, or a moment.

Sometimes there is a longing for a time.

When things made sense.

When the world didn’t seem so big.

When simple things made you smile.

Sometimes there is a longing, for before your heart got hardened.

A time when you could just be.

Without a worry.

Or care.

And breathe.

Just breathe.

sometimes

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