I’ve been ignoring the universe for awhile now. Ushered in this new part of my personality called practicality.

When I hear your laughter dancing inside crackling fire, I no longer rush to move closer to the heat. Instead, I extinguish the flames.

Draw the curtains closed when the stars begin to speak to me.

My brother says it’s good that I don’t listen to them anymore.

But once–

I wrote that I couldn’t tell the world of my love for you. The words didn’t fit inside of my mouth.

Somehow,

I think it still got out.

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