this morning #1228.

this morning, my heart was but a soggy, saturated sponge. lately, i’ve been sopping up & holding in so much friggin’ love that i was poised to leak at any moment. no choice. i have to part with a portion of that love before that happens. do so voluntarily instead of waking up one day to find that i’ve spread myself much too thin & left a wet mess in my wake. focus my efforts. cut some cords. if i had the option, i’d take a chunk of that love & stash it away for a later date. that’s not the way that love works though. love waits for no one. it’s a perishable good, a juicy blood orange aging in the sun. best enjoyed when it’s ripe. past that, it’s best to proceed with caution.