seven letters

i'll let you take me

far, far away

where nothing is different

and everything is the same

where we can go around, around

sparkles and circles

a game, just a game

a dream where lights flash and continue on endlessly

a limit?

ah, but can anything limit the beauty of your eyes

and your words, which drag me in deeper

in deep

deep into

a surreal underworld

I can't love people the way they love me, I don't even know why they love me in the first place, but I know I love them back and it's not my fault that I can't express it. I'm working on it; yes, but it can't just magically appear out of nowhere. I feel like everyone will leave me if I can't show interest or affection, yet I want those things shown toward me.

i don't know where life is taking me. i am going everywhere and nowhere at all. who knows where ill be in year or even six months. 

will i be here, with you? or somewhere completely different?

the future is scary but i'm inviting it with open arms because i feel like it's not embraced enough. 

i guess i'm just gonna jump off the edge and hope that

/enna.paz

11:59.

Flowing on mobile is slower than desktop. Whatever that's supposed to mean.

It's late. I should sleep soon.

Or should I? More importantly, should I keep creating new paragraphs hence making this piece at least look more like poetry than prose?

Or perhaps "paragraph" is more fitting than "prose."

Clock almost up. I wonder how many words I just wrote. Oh wait; 62.

"How do you know that you're truly alive, and what is living? I never seemed to understand the concept, since living day to day and working just so that you could live seems so dull and boring.  Why? All this type of circular motion that humanity seems to constantly go through. I don't get it. I simply don't get it. Explain."

The Individual has an effect on every Individual they cross; impacts both big and small, realized and subconscious. Together, Individuals are like a Puzzle with billions of pieces, making up the picture of our humanity. Each piece is different from the next, with different colors, shapes and places within the puzzle matrix. Separated, we’re just pieces in a box with no guiding context, but together, the place and purpose of each Individual piece becomes more clear.

Top to bottom and corner to corner, all the pieces are important in building the entire picture. Disregard even ONE Individual, and there’s a hole in our metaphorical puzzle.

I imagine if we spent more time, as The Individual, learning how to fit together (coexist) with the other Individuals who do the same, there wouldn’t be any Individuals left to flounder alone without purpose or context. Even those in the corners, or the edge away from the masses would still be connected through all the other Individuals they exist beside.

So… Will you connect with those around you?

| another_proser |

Okay, so I wrote for longer than a minute, probably more like three or four, but I felt like the thought was unfinished with just the first paragraph, so, yeah.

I scare myself sometimes. I know what morals are and I know that I should have them, but I just can't bring myself to care. There is just a hole where the things family thinks I should believe would sit on their throne. It's hard to traverse the minefield that my friendly neighborhood has become. I'm full of poison. But it's so sweet that I wouldn't give it up to save the world.