My Prose

I’ve known Prose longer than some of my best friends. Similar to friendships, Prose sneaks in and out of my life, but it serves as a constant thrum in the background, something to fall back on as needed. I first came across Prose in June of 2016, from a maudlin google search of a high school teenager who wanted to find places to write. I’m long past high school now, and my goals, aspirations, and experiences have all evolved and changed. So has my writing. But Prose still sits in my pocket, a companion for when I need to share the thoughts, the whimsy, the grief, the joy that spills from my brain. I suppose Prose is part diary, part story, part friend. I’ve always been more of a shadow here, lurking on the edges of community- dipping in and out for weeks at a time, but always coming back to read, to watch, to write. In a whimsical sort of way, I suppose it’s nostalgia that keeps me here - to continue forward on a path I struck over 7 years ago. But, I am also kept here by the underlying joy that exists in connecting, and in sharing. Every story, every poem, every piece of prose has an audience. Prose is mine.