light hits barren branches like
cobwebs sparkling after fresh rains it exists on the periphery of focus, a gift to those paying attention and it is not trying to be beautiful but it is. hm - Atlas
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I am keeping a scrapbook in my heart
of the salmon stains on the tips of sunset-kissed trees walking out of a building, a sigh of relief the warmth in your eyes when you look at me as I show you a dozen silly things sitting on opposite sides of a road as the stars unveil themselves and we revel in what it means to be close to one another I paid attention to many things today - Atlas I'm playing songs at midnight
while I watch you plant the seeds of everything that will take you away from me but I am rendered mute, I speak through lyrics when I am next to you - Atlas and when fear bloomed around my heart
I tried to break its stem but it still lived so I tried to pull it up but it still lived it is my fault I did not feel the slow crawl of roots around my lungs, my stomach my spine if I pull it out now what will be left of me? will this overturned land be able to bear the weight of seeds again? letting your problems grow is. not as fun - Atlas I know you are afraid
but sometimes it is best to speak for silence is an echo chamber-- while you listen to it, it says everything you think in all its nuanced harmony but your audience, they are so far away the notes have been distorted into worst-case scenarios this metaphor has potential but the way I approached it, uh. needs work - Atlas a sparrow nested on my head
and there she spent the day and when she sang, my worries fled even the ones that should have stayed escapism, but with birds - Atlas |
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