Sometimes...

I want to pull out the clouds from under my bed, throw them against my ceiling and let them cry over my head.

Sometimes I want to dig into my dresser drawers, pull out a handful of stars and scatter them across my floor.

Sometimes I want to set up a tent in the grass, and lay outside it in the way of where the lightening bugs pass.

Sometimes I want to lay in the tub while it rains.
Sometimes I want to eat ice cream when it snows.

Sometimes I want to smile when I'm happy.

                                                     Sometimes I want to forget the world when the world wants to forget me.

                                                                                                                              And everything is perfect.