the subtle song
of pencil on paper has not managed to work its way into my dreams but it fills my waking hours like perfume making friends with the air hm - Atlas
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if I wrote the way I thought
I would write with passion, yes and hunger too but also boredom jumping from one line of thought to another like birds crossing branches to neighboring trees I would write about all the things I see give them shape, form, color I would write about things that are scary things that I didn't want to write about because they are not beautiful, not even if metaphors sprout from them like flowers on a battlefield I would write about the sad, the silly and the obvious and perhaps I already do aspirations for how I might like to write - Atlas and I could show you all the wonders of the world
but you must look at them yourself draw your own conclusions as to what they're worth and why so if I ever pull you aside to point out the way that dew sparkles on a spiderweb I hope you know that it is about more than just water and strings it is about beauty, fragility, impermanence the improbability of existence or, in a word life ehhh - Atlas it sounds overdramatic to say
that your Facebook feed is like a shot of poison straight to your heart but sometimes it is I see the way you refuse to sleep - Atlas limits are perhaps less like dams
and more like hills-- can be overcome, with difficulty and there are often ways around I'm a little bit worried I'm taking on too much all at once but I've been okay being busy before. I won't give up on the things that make me happy out of fear of some unknown limit I currently possess. When I reach a barrier, I'll figure out where to go from there. - Atlas I want to turn to my mother and ask her
isn't this the kind of thing in movies that's shown as the beginning of something very bad that's about to happen but I think we already know the answer so. the capitol got raided by trump supporters today (yes, that capitol.) - Atlas it is easy to accept failures
in art, in music exercise and hobbies, sometimes even grades. but part of me still cries out, still wonders why I cannot be perfect when it's important. but perfect is not and was never the goal - Atlas how miraculous
that I can paint a picture of a peach tree basking in warm spring light with the thinnest layer of dew without ever once touching a paintbrush just because something does not have
a happy ending doesn't mean that it was not a happy story the most tragic ends are bittersweet because it means that there was at least something worth losing life, much like music, is not about the ending - Atlas sometimes I think erasers should be larger--
after all, my writing and my art are full of errors both large and small sometimes I think I should erase more carefully-- use the tip of the eraser, move in smooth strokes along the line of graphite I'm removing and sometimes I think about the irony of trying not to make a mistake in the act of erasing an error. I feel like this could've been expressed better? not sure how though - Atlas |
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