Sometimes

Sometimes, it is difficult to post on here.
Sometimes, it is not.
It's hard to tell, really, what kind of post day it will be.
Wake up and feel ready to take on the world.
Sleep, defeated, having accomplished not much of anything.
Feel ache, suddenly.
Feel nothing, then.
Sometimes, it is difficult to post on here.
Sometimes, it is not.
Sometimes, it is easy to forget about the past.
Sometimes, it is not.
Listen:
The past. The future.
There's not much more to it.
Sometimes, it's hard to tell, really, what kind of post day it will be.
Feel ache. The past.
Feel nothing. The future.
Feel suddenly. The future.
Then, feel forgetful of the past.