BLUE PROSES

PEOPLE ARE EMOTIONS

                                                                      People Are Emotions

Wait, are we really? There's this psychological thing where if you stand like a superhero at an important time, and you'll get fazed and suddenly be amazed because it's working~ and it boosts your self-confidence, yet, it has been consuming your inner peace since the last sets of midnight. People would hold your hand and tell you how precious you are, yet, they will split it in separate ways when you pray to the last god you worshipped or when you hold the pen that you used to use to write love letters. People would kiss you, will passionately bite your lips and then economize your being, but will leave you winter-naked before sunrise.People would juice the sun and tell you it's raining after. People would laugh with you with lame jokes and lowkey humorous punchlines but will leave you when everything went serious. People would make you smile and make you feel you're safe but will leave you in the middle of the dark-cold lake. People are visible silhouettes behind the peak season of your lights but will leave you when things get dark. People will come to your random invitations not because you were bored or just have nothing else to do, you invite them because you remember them. But one of these days, they were somewhere with some other people and having fun and not even trying to ask to welcome you there. People would taste your food and be amazed with how you conceptualized your cooking yet you get this weird bland and unbalanced recognition for yourself. People are so good in manipulating emotions. They are cross-skilled butterflies that will sugar-attack all your nectar remains and will leave you flower-dry one day. They, will one day become bulldogs that will bark at you because they no longer recognize you. They, will one day become one of your platelets but won't stop you from bleeding. They are fast-moving trains and have their own separate railings. They, will one day become your boat in the middle of the ocean that will surrender you to the depth of your thoughts. They will tell you a million I love yous and not mean even one of them. They will go to gym to work out with you, and they will go out of there~ beefcakes and will leave you there hanging eating the sponge cake you baked for them. They will pay you visit on weekends and leave your weekdays with series of question marks. You will fill their empty glasses with your generous pitcher and go party beyond midnight, but, unfortunately, they will ask for more, even if they can see you're hell empty. I think it's getting harder and harder to know your people. This is a serious killer game and you don't know who's killing. You will one day see your spaces fire-burning and will look at everyone's eyes and still can't recognize who's the fucking arsonist. Please, recognize your authority.Even though people are just mere emotions and just physical embodiment of intimacy, love or hatred. You can still choose, not to feel them. Emotion is what we feel. But sometimes, emotion is also who we are. It's not about how attractive you are when we're together. It's not about how many things you bought for me. It's not about how far we've been through and how many places we have been. It's about how you made me feel. Dude, If people are emotions, I want to feel them.