Sometimes I hate remembering. I hate knowing what others can wish away or just simply can't remember. Sometimes I hate knowing about the whispers between you and your pillowcase. I hate how the likening to a microphone falls just below your lips and picks up each answer to questions I dare not ask when you're awake or better yet coherent.
Sometimes I love knowing the things you don't remember. I love seeing your mind when you don't know you've let me in. Sometimes I love knowing what others choose not to or may not want to. I love when you whisper to me unaware that your pillow is invaded by a vistor you let in then forgot about.
Most times I know simply becuase I ask. I've learned that if you ask the right questions...you won't get the right answer. At the very least you might get the turth and even then you know deep down it's not what you want. You won't often get the answer you are looking for and that's why sometimes I hate knowing and sometimes I love knowing. For me it's all about answers.
Ask. Hush. Stay quiet long enough and you will get answers to questions you didn't ask. Ask. Hush. Look into their eyes and then you will know. You will know all that they choose not to say. You will understand all the answers they won't share.
Ask. Listen. Remember.
YOU ARE READING
Write Me A Forever
Random*"sequel" to Letters Unsent* This is me moving on to a new stage in a life I'm slowing taking a hold of. If you read Letters Unsent then consider these sent.
