The Story of the Circle

I wrote an entire post and forgot to save it! But let me tell y'all life has been getting to me the past few weeks.
We took an impromptu weekend beach trip, and other than that I've been all over the place mentally and emotionally.  This is a big reason for why I have not been blogging consistently the past few weeks.
I would apologize, but life happens. I'm out my funk, and Im back today. I even wrote a story that I'm going to share.

Today I am telling the story of the circle below.
On the outside, the circle seems to have it pretty well put together. It's got visible flaws, blemishes, imperfections. But its a whole and happy circle, clearly.
But ket's be frank here, we don't know what is going on inside the circle. It's mostly full of red and blue scribbles. That can be whatever you want to call it: yin and yang, happy and sad, sunshine and rain.  Emotions, senses, thoughts, And they over lap often. At any given moment, I-- I mean this circle can feel two, three things at once. Intimate and withdrawn. Angry and relieved. Grief and excitment. Happy, smart, and lonely. Full and empty. 
And it's completely normal for the circle. The circle just goes through life never fully red, yellow, or blue. Always happy. Always sad.  Never consistent.
Beside the emotions scrambling everywhere, there are bursts of purple fear and anxiety, and spots of white. Spots of nothing. The circle feels nothing. It shuts down. Sometimes, unprovoked. The sun is yellow; the rain is wet; 2+2=4. Yeah, but there's nothing there more than fact. There are brief moments lasting  seconds or minutes. But they are still very real, tangible moments when the circle is just merely existing. I'm assuming, to come back from that must be an exhausting mix of fear, happiness, regret, sadness, confusion, anger, and lonliness .

It's no ones fault; the circle was made this way. The circle has accepted who he is, and will probably always be. The circle ruins conversations with open awkwardness, and has trouble maintaining friendships.  The circle is an intellectual shape, yet it's the most confused. The circle doesn't fit in, and doesn't even try to anymore.  It tells lies to stay home, and considers anything with music a party.
At the end of the day, this train wreck of a circle somehow manages to  light up another's world. Wearily and differently, it functions. And that makes it a good circle; a circle with a purpose.
The end.