#rightnowwritehere

[rightnowwritehere]

can’t take the heat

I loved you more than I knew what to do with it. where do you put the leftover love when they’ve decided they’re full?  where do you dispose of your future plans and inside jokes and how do you reclaim all of your favorite people, places, and things? how do I take every noun and  wash it clean of your memory? how do I erase you?

[rightnowwritehere]

echo location

I seldom find solace in my hearts deepest yearnings for I know myself too well to trust that she knows what she needs. Riddled only with that which she wants She fails to see what lies around her-- All of the broken dreams she crushed for Shiny new promises of freedom and joy All of which she has ripped the tops off of Poured out the contents And stared at, puzzled at the pieces before her. She never knew how to fit them into one big picture. And thus she began her journey of “almost”s and “could have been”s and “maybe one day”s. At the end of which she finds she has only partial view of. Perhaps some middle pieces, but none of the all important framing border.

She stared, until she thought she did not want this anymore. Until she realized that wanting and needing do not always coincide. That they will often interject one another abruptly, rudely, without consideration of her plans and feelings.

They will fight.

And she will find that what she once yearned for, she was not ready for. Until this moment. And that is when the universe placed her wants in front of her. Close enough to touch. She held them in her hands, these battered little dreams, looked up and told the universe, “it’s not all that it seemed.”

[rightnowwritehere]

And I hope you find the answer in the way that your body begs you to move—away from the fire and yet closer to the sun.