Microfiction: On Sagittarians

April 17, 2018 —

Photo by Justin Luebke on Unsplash

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight. You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night.”  REO Speedwagon, Can’t Fight this Feeling.

Fire doesn’t like to be contained. It travels up and up, uncontrolled. Just let me run wild and free. Don’t call me when I’m roaming and demand that I come home. But it’s okay to call me and tell me that you miss me. It feels wonderful to know that I am wanted. It’s okay to call me and tell me that you can’t wait to see me. Because I can’t wait to see you.

I don’t like to be told what to do. I don’t like to be told what to think. I’ll gladly listen to advice from people I trust, as long as you let me make up my own mind. After all, I’m always more enlightened than you.

I move from one project to the next, constantly inspired by something new. It doesn’t matter that I lose patience with any one project, because the next day I’ll be inspired by something else. Don’t try to change that. After all, if you wanted something different, you would’ve fallen for someone different, right?

In the end, though, contrary to what you may think, and behind the joking demeanor, I need you. After all, fire cannot exist without another element. And it is a pleasure to burn.


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