I spend most of my time

begging others to be vulnerable 

To be weak; to be open; to be ample

And to be read. 

But sometimes, I don’t.

Sometimes it’s different

Sometimes it’s not the same with everyone 

And everything.

Sometimes it changes.

Sometimes there’s not enough time nor light 

To put on a fight. 

Sometimes crying doesn’t help

Sometimes running does

Sometimes, some time is enough 

for the many times to come.

And sometimes so much time doesn’t suffice. 

Sometimes Jerusalem is too far

And sometimes my breath is the only fact.

Sometimes sunsets are happy 

And sometimes they’re the perfect end. 

So much time is wasted loitering around connection

That is sometimes found.

And so few time is cherished 

When love is found. 

Sometimes Arak is good for the heart, 

Especially when the church is closed and it’s rainy outside. 

Sometimes there’s no one to lean on

And sometimes it’s the same thing. 

Sometimes cacti die from too much sun.

Sometimes friends are lost 

And it’s okay. 

Sometimes I’m broken from the inside

and sometimes perfect love is not enough.