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I finally realised what my problem is.
I try to form links, chains out of paper.

I'm in a world where everyone's on a separate chunk of rock in a void.
and there are chains between people. and once the chains break, they float away.

and sometimes the chains just aren't strong enough to tie people together.

and that's when I realise they matter. so I try to form chains to strengthen them.

but all I've got is paper. lots of it, none of it important, none of it memorable. scraps of nothing, just large enough to wrap my head around.

and that's where I fall.

because audience participation is necessary. the other person has to make more chains, make an effort. bring together enough paper chains so that it doesn't matter what they're made of, or make real chains, new links, new memories. but they never do.

and then I realise, they're not connected to me, I'm connected to them. and so the paper gets thinner, and the chains more badly made, and desperation becomes the new conversation and even casual smiles become a reason to hold on. tissue paper, the bane of my existence, but the reason I'm still here.
and I really, really, don't want to lose you.

or you to lose me. because you can't even begin to imagine my thought process, what I'm really like. who I am when I'm not trying so damn hard, or snatching opportunities in between gathering up the courage and the next person to tear your attention away, from whatever I'm trying to say.

I'm a very forgettable person. don't let me drift away.

Description
I finally realised what my problem is.
I try to form links, chains out of paper.

I'm in a world where everyone's on a separate chunk of rock in a void.
and there are chains between people. and once the chains break, they float away.

and sometimes the chains just aren't strong enough to tie people together.

and that's when I realise they matter. so I try to form chains to strengthen them.

but all I've got is paper. lots of it, none of it important, none of it memorable. scraps of nothing, just large enough to wrap my head around.

and that's where I fall.

because audience participation is necessary. the other person has to make more chains, make an effort. bring together enough paper chains so that it doesn't matter what they're made of, or make real chains, new links, new memories. but they never do.

and then I realise, they're not connected to me, I'm connected to them. and so the paper gets thinner, and the chains more badly made, and desperation becomes the new conversation and even casual smiles become a reason to hold on. tissue paper, the bane of my existence, but the reason I'm still here.
and I really, really, don't want to lose you.

or you to lose me. because you can't even begin to imagine my thought process, what I'm really like. who I am when I'm not trying so damn hard, or snatching opportunities in between gathering up the courage and the next person to tear your attention away, from whatever I'm trying to say.

I'm a very forgettable person. don't let me drift away.