There are few changes on Prose that will directly affect Prosers unless they are rectified:

 There no longer listings for Popular Authors or Partners so those of us who are under these categories can no longer be found by other writers. If someone doesn't know the exact spelling of a username, they will not be able to find them, even under Search.

There is no longer a way to send a message to another Proser under their profile.  The only way I can communicate is to make a open comment on their work.  Sometimes, I want to thank them for something they have done or have a private conversation and I can no longer do so.

The Community Portal and Blog are empty.  Where did the posts go?

I hope these changes are just temporary while they are getting Prose the way they want it. But I think these things are necessary for the smooth running of the site.  I have also put these comments on an email but I have seen that other Prosers complain that they have not had their questions answered so I want to make sure I am heard.

can we just ⸀reboot

can we start over

our love has been impaired,

the liquor left on the

kitchen counter for too

l o n g

can we clear everything

can we "backspace" life

the sadness has drowned me,

my heart shrinking with

every salty stream

can we just forget

can we "mark as read"

without even reading it

hoping for amnesia to strike,

yearning to turn our

fake reality into a real phantom

BUT WE CANNOT JUST

R E B O O T

WE CAN ONLY SHUT DOWN

Once upon a field of snow

children played and danced

making snow angels

till their backs ache

from the freezing cold

faces turned frostbitten pink

soon to come inside

to a nice cup of hot chocolate

toasting up in front of a cozy fire

and falling asleep

 with their companion at the foot of their warm bed

The heavens smiled when you took your first breath;

My heart seemed to swell to  unproportionate depths.

What a thing it is to become, mother.

A sensation of love unlike any other;

To empty the womb, joy brims over heart's breadth. 

You won't remember

being nourished by my love

or the words I whisper to you

words you don't yet comprehend.

You won't remember

but it will be etched into you

coded into your DNA

replicated into every new cell.

You won't remember

but I promise you

I won't forget

you are perfect to me.

i've always thought that the world would be nothing without the existence of wildfire hope. 

x 

poppy.