Day 295: Write to Me

Just stop for a while and write to me, from wherever you are, and wherever you may be just write to me. Write with this obsessions that takes over portions of your mind and yet somehow they are the hardest things to find. I want you to think of collective writing as it comes through to you, whether they are in words or text messages or anything that somehow sneaks through. You remember them in pictures sometimes, in memories that have in time only aged, as I capture them from wherever I may be written somewhere on a page. I question this version of reality, the one that is not just for me but written by you in so many ways. For now the Chicago blues and New York minutes still feels the same so I write about from places far away.

Write to Me
Write to me just now from wherever you are
Like places on a picture where you keep coming back
From Timbuktu, to New York, from places that are far
Write to me from every where & wherever you are

Write to me from the crescent moon, the night is colder tonight
Caught in the rain and storm, like thunder, my glass it lights
From the museums that I don't get to visit but tell me I am there anyways
From stories, from masterpieces that are for now been hidden away

Your New York minute still feels the same, I get to see whatever you show
I learn to ask questions just at the right time, sometimes about things I already know
I see brush strokes against the walls of a room, they have scattered paint everywhere
You sing me a song both faded and slow, right from the times square

From where ever you may be right now, or wherever you may wish to be today
Travel even if only in your mind, write fiction about places you dream of some days
Those who have told you otherwise, I ask why bother, why spend time to question me
I am alive in the imagination of those who read, hence this is our version, our reality 

Day 294: Forget me Not

It is a simple idea that we are inclined to leave behind legacies and sometimes we live in those. They may be about moments sometimes, about memories we live in and choose not to forget. For some, this is a choice whether we get to forget certain things and we adapt to this need that life has to remember only certain things. So forget me not when the times don't need me, when it is warm outside or when things are perfect, forget me not when you are happy about things that come simply to you. Such is the nature of things, for now. I give you this much, memories are what they have been I write to all of those who feel they have been lost, you are not forgotten, you will always be sought. You are a little bit of blue painted on the side of the sky.

Forget me Not
So they say that we leave & live behind in legacies
Some thoughts that got away or were intentionally set free
That are planned for so that they are remembered in time
Far beyond myriads of the day and in desperate need of a rhyme

Forget me not my lover, my friend, my mentor whatever you may
For we have conversations on hold and I have much more to say
We have incompletes that need work & stories we must write
We have the world to take together, it is only us for the fight

Come write of truth more true than what imagination can hold
Listen for the quiet things; for now, things that are yet to be told
Forget me not when the old jackets of books are dusted and stacked
I am the inscription on the first page, I am inspiration in what we had

This is all I ask; for now, dream of things ahead but forget me not
As time changes by and rearrange, let me be a part of memories you sought
So they say that the constant things in life is the fact that things change
Forget me not, for we will in memories stay like night & this day

Day 293: Storms & Dreams

In time I was back to where I began, where I kept writing on and on about these little summaries. Some of them were more personal so it felt as though I was writing them as letters back and forth to you and as you unfold and read. I will send these storms to you, some dreams that are flashes of memories. I feel we are fleeing sometimes, running away in reverse from all that we cannot explain. We are constantly moving here and there, we can never be captured never be restrained. This heart of mine must be under repair so I dream of storms somewhere in my head.

Storms & Dreams
I will send you storm in dreams
The ones you dream in black & white
Just a flash of color and thunder follows me
So I write to that very flash of light

Unbreakable my mind & heart, it slowly escapes
It finds rooms and closed doors where it hides
It makes choices, it comes & goes to it's escapades
It looks for places where it can win a fight

I will send my unwinding of this day written in words
Just let me know of your mailing address
These letters that chase you down block by block
You seem to be driving home just for now in reverse

Why worry about things that break from time to time
We are all in garages and under constant repair
We are parts that come with no long term warranties
Yet we slowly get used to the wear and tear

Fight just for now, keep coming back
Go far away in space and yet remain where you are at
I will send you a puzzle that for now is incomplete
Will you write me a letter and send it back to me?