and I know we shouldn't need reassurance from others
but sometimes we do sometimes we need a hand on our shoulder and a voice telling us that we're not crazy, that we're heading in something resembling the right direction if such a thing exists at all - Atlas
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the sun reaches its peak in the sky
as he takes the stand, the one who will lead us not by shouting but by taking the first step and smiling, beckoning for us to follow. nothing but respect for our president (because he is OUR president. not just mine or yours. ours.) - Altas I am beginning to notice
the inverse relationship between comfort and growth (though not always-- sometimes growth is stepping into something it feels like you always should've known) just some thoughty thoughts - Atlas We hid ourselves in heated houses
To stave off the bitter cold But we could not stop winter from coming. We grew flowers in temperature-controlled rooms And sold them in grocery stores But we could not stop winter from coming. We threw chemicals into the air and the sky With all the fervor of an angry god Upheaved the earth And overturned the laws of nature But we could not stop winter from coming. And winter came. It was everything we feared But we did not have to die of it. And winter stayed. But winter could not keep spring from coming. unfinished and not exactly the vibe I was going for but it's something - Atlas the air is cold
but your light is warm it covers me, shields me from the worst of the storm on having friends - Atlas and maybe we are just
two snails beneath the bark of a tree in Italy hiding from the summer heat solidarity in the face of trying to avoid the unchangeable - Atlas and maybe my love of learning
is just an extension of my love for life a thought I've been having recently (I never want to lose my sense of wonder!!) - Atlas and I told the tree that
when it is cut down and made into floorboards to be trodden upon day in and day out that there will be a few shining moments when the lines in the wood that once carried water and life will turn into rivers of light reflecting into an onlooker's eyes the tree said nothing it simply listened and I wept have fun making sense out of THIS one - Atlas I thought fate would be like ringing bells
telling me exactly where to go but these days instead it seems like gravity playfully tugging at a spinning top as in: you know you'll fall, but not in what direction - Atlas there are no sounds
but the roar of gas in the engine wheels on the pavement and my thoughts rattling around in my head occasionally like spare change in a purse. it is dark, but the lights stretch far ahead and I know the way home from here. trying to describe a specific feeling - Atlas |
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