does the pressure peruse you?

is the feeling true.

is it exciting because we recogonize that it should be.
is it intense because we want it that way.
is it lovely because thats just what we're looking for.

we're all circular constructs. there are no square pegs. we fit into one another.
where is the black and white world.

am i bored thus lonely. am i bored thus depressed. does boredom rule a world that doesn't sit still, only to feed our heads.
embrace your boredom.
listen to its unresponse.

you are not responsible for my unorthodox complex with being responsible for others emotions.
but it pains me greatly to feel your hurt.

it only puzzles me to feel my own.