I am torn between clinging to my naive idealism
And leaving it behind Leaning into the world the way it is Opening my eyes to the harder truths of existence But I want to believe the best of the world And I don't know who I would be If I didn't try I suppose it is simply about being able to tell the difference between potential and reality - Atlas
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To think that almost every person I encounter
Will see only the surface of who I am And that I will see only the surface of them Entirely oblivious to the vast multitudes of complexities they hold inside It is lonely, hopeful, terrifying. I am glad to think of it. Thank you for existing - Atlas Maybe I'm a little lost
Maybe I'm behind But don't ever assume that I've stopped fighting Don't count me out just yet I will not give up on the things I believe in - Atlas There is a difference
Between someone who accomplishes great feats And someone who is great Because truly great people do not define their worth by their skills But rather By the wellbeing of the people they have chosen to look after And the more people they protect The greater they become When people told me love was redemptive, I understood but I could not explain it myself until now - Atlas The world was born anew
For you Everything became so strange and magical When you saw it For the first time Who needs good poetry when you can have BAD poetry??? - Atlas The voices in the back of my mind
Are not appeased By trying my best They seek perfection And perfection only When I look at others, They whisper Look at everything good that they are, Look at everything you're not. Fun times all around - Atlas I wonder
What will you remember me by? A sharp word A laugh A smile? When I am gone, what will remain In the spaces that defined me? Some part of me exists in your memory - Atlas I wonder
How many people's lives Have I touched tangentially A single conversation or smile Having ripples far beyond what I can see So it goes - Atlas What is it about stars
That draws us to them I wonder Is it their brightness Against an endless tapestry of darkness And the loneliness of the space Between us Or is it that they are one of the few beautiful things That we cannot touch? Would people have erased the stars if they knew they could? - Atlas Sometimes I forget
That this is really my life This is it This is the only chance I get To live, to laugh To walk for a moment among my fellow human beings And be with them Until the end As me, at least - Atlas |
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