Forgetting How to Remember

Does that make any sense?

How have I forgotten how to remember that I know how to write.

It seems as though I've lost my niche.

I have forgotten how to put my heart into writing.

Thus, I just write.

Whatever is on my mind - there is no creativity behind it.

There is no real thought behind it.

Therefore there is no reason to write.

I know how to write.

I know how to think creatively.

I've lost touch of what I used to do.

Perhaps my skills come from heartbreak.

I wrote a lot of things I thought were meaningful and creative when I was in pain.

When I was left alone.

And now that I'm not - I don't write.

But here I am writing about how I have forgotten how to remember.

And so I begin a goal.

Remember my breaking heart.

Remember the passion behind the words and perhaps I'll stop forgetting how to write.

Although most of my words will be fictional - because I'm utterly in love and am very happy - I shall warn you, my words may cut.

They may hurt.

They may tear me apart.

But it's the risk I take for remembering my passion.

My past time.

My first love.

Whatever it takes...

I will remember how to write.