Sometimes

Sometimes Eric liked his life. Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes Eric liked the way girls' hair flowed over their shoulders. Sometimes Eric liked the way guys' curls bounced on their head. Sometimes Eric preferred calm music. Actually, most of the time Eric preferred calm music. But sometimes, the rare kind of sometimes he enjoyed more heavy types of music. Eric sometimes recalled his childhood memories. Some of them were good. Some of them were bad like when his dad beat him for kissing a boy in kindergarten. Some of the good ones were with his mother in the kitchen, when she was cooking and handing him small pieces of the vegetables she was chopping and he had to spell their names before he ate it. Sometimes Eric wondered if life had been easier if he could shut down the part of him his family disliked. Sometimes Eric wondered if he should look elsewhere for people who understood them, because sometimes (the rare sometimes) he met people like him who supported him in how he felt in his heart. Sometimes Eric felt hopeless. Sometimes Eric felt as if life itself shined out of him. Sometimes this could happen within one night. The hopelessness usually arrived in the early morning. He would lift his hand to feel his cheek as if his father's fingers were still burning. Sometimes Eric thought about Thomas. He even missed him at times. Sometimes he even picked up the phone to text him but always decided against it. Often there would also be a text from Rebecca, reminding him of the path he had chosen. Sometimes he wish he hadn't chosen that path. Sometimes it seemed like either path was equally hard. But sometimes, just sometimes he found himself getting on with life, not thinking about these many things.