Sometimes.

Sometimes, I don't know why things just came abruptly into my mind. Some said I'm sentimental. Some said I'm dumb.

But that is just me.

I did stupid things again just now.

Sometimes when I am freaking sober, I think about good things but less realistic. Sometimes when I drink, I tend to be more melancholic but realistic.

And now I believe the realism in me when I drink is justifiable because those facts reflect more of reality than perfect conditions.

It is good to lose hope than to gain hope.

I'm having a headache now, literally.

The mug as clear as crystal,
my mind as distraught as hell.
Who knows a drop so little,
can make one reflect and tell.

Still lost like a sheep,
the shepherd didn't find.
Wandered to the edge of the cliff,
trying to find the ending that rhymes.

Took the easy way out,
seemed that it doesn't help.
Took the easy way out,
stupidly made me feel proud.

Lose the faith and the hope,
creeping away and I can't cope.
I've lost the power to withhold,
God bless my broken road.