You tell me that this battle cannot be won
That the world will always be broken Because of us In spite of us But I, I have seen it A future, so bright and flawed and real A future we built ourselves It is close It is within our grasp I stretch out my hand and-- And-- r e a c h Happy MLK Day!! - Atlas
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Dearest heart,
You are the stars alight in the night sky That shine brightly Even when I cannot see them You are the best of me My life, My heart, The light that shows me the way home. Stars are an overused metaphor but I watched an eclipse tonight so that's what you're gonna get (it was very cool!!!!) Also 'dearest heart' is one of my favorite pet names ever and I dream of the day I find someone I feel comfortable calling it - Atlas The tangled lines of our lives
Stretch ever onwards In an immensely inescapable tapestry That we cannot see And we are so caught up in each other In ourselves That we fail to notice What we leave in our wake Metaphors are fun. Too bad I have no idea how to use them - Atlas Sometimes I am afraid to speak
To push too far, too hard, to fast-- I have yet to learn the balance Between sharing and listening Though not for lack of trying. Gah I'm tired - Atlas If only my words were as beautiful and smooth
As yours Perhaps then I could finally begin to sing The song that's been wrapped around my heart Since the day I was born And do it justice One day, perhaps - Atlas Emotions are fickle masters
Here one moment-- Gone the next Even when they linger They gently pull you towards places You never wanted to go (Tugging ugly, awkward words from your mouth And laying them bare For all to see.) Does this make sense? I thought not - Atlas No, I am not wise
Even though sometimes I say wise things For true wisdom is found always in action Not in an ideological speech. I hope to be wise one day though - Atlas The tempo's getting faster now
The world around begins to blur All that's left now is to trust In the steps I practiced slowly To trust Like every baby bird about to fly To trust Like Icarus as he brushed the sky Trust (So tell me Which one am I?) I am nothing if not overdramatic about the smallest of things (but they don't feel small to me) - Atlas To the darkness,
I whisper Everything that came to pass Everything that will not happen again I tell it everything that I can remember Everything I do not want to forget. I actually kinda like this one (not sure if I'll like it when I read it again though) - Atlas And so,
The adventure begins to end With laugher Food Lights Magic And silence. kinda sad that the trip is over tbh - Atlas |
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