If you don't want to talk to me,
I understand. But please at least pick up a stick And draw new lines in the sand That way, At least we'll know where we stand. there's a weird rhyme scheme in this that I didn't intend to happen - Atlas
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I realized that I loved you then
In a way that only I knew how Without desire, without need or compulsion From a distance Not pressing to close the space But being with. Existing with. Maybe it's enough. saw some people from school on a group call thing because of the corona virus and was overwhelmed by fondness - Atlas If anyone out there is listening
I just want you to know That I am so, so grateful for this marvelous experience that I get to call my life I hope that I can do each breath justice Give it its due attention Use it so that my first and last words for all my life Are "thank you." gratitude is easy sometimes, but harder to maintain as a constant - Atlas I am uncertain
How to write about the life Of someone whose experience By definition Is different than my own With respect and honesty, I suppose Is the best that I can hope for wanting to have representation in your fiction but being scared of doing it wrong hhnnnrg - Atlas Teach me the ways
Of one with purpose Teach me how to use words To build palaces That will hold all my dreams Teach me how to live life the way I should If such a way exists but I may never know - Atlas And as the world
Begins to collapse around you Know that things do not have to be like this That you are not a passive watcher But an active participant And that you can incite the changes Needed to fix things. loads;ladflkadjfla;dsjf (and that's all I have to say about that) - Atlas It is impossible
To tell all the stories you want to tell The ones curled up inside your chest Wanting to burst free For they are emotions, raw and undiluted By the stretch and tear of reality And flawed execution. hmmmn - Atlas The end of the world
Does not feel real Until fire rains down from the heavens And everything as you knew it is gone. But this is merely the final stage Of a long, steady process A process that is already beginning Now. sweet dreams, try not to think about everything wrong in the world - Atlas Brave bird, brave bird
Where did you fly? Little one, little one Where do you hide? Sleeping one, sleeping one, Where do you rest? Ancient one, ancient one What is this test? plEASE ignore this it's so bad I can't even - Atlas Here is how to survive
The wounds you leave On the skin of the people who love you: Apologize, every day For the rest of your life Try to soften satin skin that is sharp like razors As they embrace you And understand that truly, there is no surviving this No way to undo what has been done There is only growth, and forgiveness Or the lack of it. even if you reduce yourself to nothing there is no way you can escape the inevitability of hurting someone - Atlas |
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