{"id":297,"date":"2006-01-11T14:17:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-11T21:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/blog\/?p=295"},"modified":"2006-01-11T14:17:00","modified_gmt":"2006-01-11T21:17:00","slug":"write-like-you-used-to","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/2006\/01\/11\/write-like-you-used-to\/","title":{"rendered":"Write like you used to."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today my finger&#8217;s are antsy,<br \/>\nwaiting for the right meaning<br \/>\nto find its way into my head;<br \/>\nfor the right word or sentiment,<br \/>\nfor everything to make sense again.<\/p>\n<p>Reading back over July of &#8217;04,<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/blog\/2004\/07\/03\/up-too-late\/\">carpe diem<\/a>, you know &#8230;<br \/>\nand all that;<br \/>\nmakes me wonder what it felt like,<br \/>\nto be me then,<br \/>\nand the effort it takes to remember<\/p>\n<p>it was me<\/p>\n<p>is frightening.<\/p>\n<p>Reminiscences are futile, finally,<br \/>\nchicken scratch on a chalkboard<br \/>\nlong since washed away,<br \/>\nwritten over,<br \/>\noverridden with current turmoil,<br \/>\nand the zen certainty that<br \/>\neverything is happening simultaneously.<\/p>\n<p>I never asked for Washington.<br \/>\nI was born here, lived here,<br \/>\nmoved away and came back and it has my heart<br \/>\nand I can&#8217;t understand, regardless,<br \/>\na similar connection to a different place.<\/p>\n<p>Home is where your car is licensed.<\/p>\n<p>My eye, lately, takes to rambling<br \/>\nlike my fingers are now,<br \/>\nand it has no opinion on consequences;<br \/>\nleaves them for the rest of me,<br \/>\ntakes its fill,<br \/>\nmoves on.  Philanderer.<\/p>\n<p>Wandering the stacks at closing,<br \/>\ni put my hand out,<br \/>\nlet my fingers run over the spines<br \/>\nas i used to do often when i was shelving.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll close my eyes and<br \/>\nfeel the whispers of those worlds<br \/>\nrasping against my skin.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes my breath will catch,<br \/>\nthere alone,<br \/>\nand I am reminded.<\/p>\n<p>I can hardly stand the beauty of this world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today my finger&#8217;s are antsy, waiting for the right meaning to find its way into my head; for the right word or sentiment, for everything to make sense again. Reading back over July of &#8217;04, carpe diem, you know &#8230; and all that; makes me wonder what it felt like, to be me then, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17,19],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=297"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/297\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ahniwa.com\/old\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}