Could someone please help me? I was wondering if this would qualify under the calssification as Prose. Its not finished, not by far, but Im kinda confused on the subject.
I sit on my porch, looking out into the wind. Im so suprised to find myself caught in the imagery of the winds. Just gazing out into the oblivious sky, my thoughts scorning me and it is so unreal. My emotions are so caught up in a body filled with responsibilitys and dillemas. These thoughts are the only thing that has kept me persisting, they kept me searching. I sit and look into the sky, and start searching, searching for something beyond comprehention, beyond what I know. The sky is grey with blue trim and I realize it's a dream. This world, this reality, my life is a dream.
"Break down and cry," I say to myself "Don't hide what you've known for so long." I am so stunned, I am so oblivious to my very needs, that I stuff my feelings and emotions down into the bottom reaches of my soul. So far, too far to remember them. I say aloud "Let it die!!!!!! This is real!!" But, in the bottom of my soul, I know I am just a fool, and im playing myself. I sit up restless, smoking another cigarette, filtering thru all of my thoughts. Slipping away, farther and farther