After All by Katie Sue Sullivan

Sometimes I want to cry.
For no reason at all.
Or for good reason.
Tears, after all, are used to abuse.

Sometimes I want to give butterfly kisses.
To show the butterflies we can have fun too.
Or to imitate the flutter I wish I had.
Kisses, after all, can flutter whenever they like.

Sometimes I want to learn about someone great.
To instill hope for mankind.
Or to instill fear of mankind’s power.
Greatness, after all, has many forms.

Sometimes I want her to let me hang on.
To simply prove to me she can.
Or to prove to her I wanted to.
Hanging on, after all, can take all it has to give.

Sometimes I want to laugh.
To enjoy God’s ability to tease.
Or to keep myself from crying for good reason.
Laughter, after all, knows its own motive.

Sometimes I want to be curious.
For the sake of the cat that couldn’t.
Or for my own.
Curiosity, after all, can be a very ignorant state.

Sometimes I want nothing.
For the sake of not wanting.
Or for the sake of wanting the void of something.
Nothing, after all, is not necessarily a bad thing.

*What do you think it means? I wrote it and have no idea. It just felt right.