Its this feeling, this big feeling. You can see a person, or hear a song, or hear words from someone special to you, find an old picture you forgot about, eat something really really yummy...And you get this feeling. Its a little overwhelming (but not as overwhelming as an anxiety attack!) and sometimes people describe it as butterflies, or a lump you think you might need to cry out.
I simply call it, Right.
I wrote a poem years ago, when I was with a different boy, and it had those words, "what does right mean to you if you cant feel it under your ribcage?" I was asking him. I sorta of forget why (which happens) but I think he was trying to convince himself that the right thing to do was for us to not be together, maybe? We'd just met, and we were infatuated. And I wrote this poem as a way to counter-prove his ideas of right and wrong.
Words or rules, and society and elders can make us THINK we know what's right, but the proof is in our chests, in our hearts, under our ribcage. The word 'ribcage' isn't romantic, but I think the notion is.
Its where the utter truth lives. We can tell a person, "no" while our insides are racing "yes", and it gets harder and harder to deny. So we just need to stop! Mmkay?
It'll be the title of the poetry compilation I plan on having published some day, Im quite sure! My poetry is my real words, as will be this blog.
The End! Stay tuned.. ;)
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