Burying my head into the sand
Feels nice. Makes me imagine That the sound of my life passing by without me Is soft and muffled Like the wind. I'll hide here where it's safe and warm - Atlas
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The perfect rose
Unfurls itself smoothly Untucking each petal with care And precision. The perfect rose Has no wrinkles, only folds And does not wither When winter comes. The perfect rose Is the most beautiful thing You or I or anyone Has ever seen. The perfect rose Does not exist, Except in fairytales And pictures Real roses have bugs And brown spots, And it always feels like they're either unfolding Or wasting away (With nothing in between.) So, with this in mind Knowing that failures are fertilizer for something better, maybe Would you like to try Planting a garden with me? you can spend your whole life waiting for your perfect rose. or you can have a garden. - Atlas Are things broken between us?
Ah, I suppose they are. Will they ever be right again? ...I can't say. I think It depends on both of us, My friend. learning your flaws like the grain of unpolished wood - Atlas The world will spin on, my love
No matter how these storms may shake it To its foundations Something will remain Spinning on Through this vast abyss. something will remain - Atlas Let the world settle
Into currents of dust Flurries of ash and dirt One day Something will grow Out of these ruins. do not despair - Atlas There is still
A choice, It is just no longer the one I wanted to make. but always a choice - Atlas There's nothing quite like seeing your graduation cap and gown
Folded neatly on a bench In thin plastic wrapping (unopened) And knowing that there's not much reason to wear it, Anymore. it's a silly ceremony but its absence is strange - Atlas You are not the worst friend I've ever had.
Not even a bad one, no But when someone uses you as the golden standard Some part of my psyche flinches, now. I wonder if you feel the same - Atlas Truly,
There are no words between us Anymore. I am still here, Still waiting, Still willing to try to put things back together But each time we shatter A little more of us is lost To dust. sometimes it's so hard to come up with words to say to you that I won't regret - Atlas You severed us neatly
With enviable precision And I was the gaping wound for once Ragged edges weeping For closure. The easiest and worst goodbyes are the ones you don't have to say - Atlas |
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