tell us what you want.

I've been thinking about my infatuation with love
and how I continue to make helpless excuses to distract myself from what I know I want.

Everyone wants something more
There is not one person who doesn't long for the security and stability of something real
Something big enough for two people to swim in- or drown in- happily.

And although at times the thought makes me sick, I do believe that in instances of insecurity
and vulnerability I lower myself , and the quality of who I am to please the shallow self.

Questions arise that force me to review what it is I really am attempting to find.

Something that makes me want to write.

I don't want a forever.
I want a right now.