oh no, I am not
ready I am still not ready time is slipping through my fingers and I have to let go sometime but I am not ready hhHAAAAAH - Atlas
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red is the color of love
and it is love that stains the kitchen sink red as I wait for the crimson flow to stop pouring from my nose-- I think about how those cells know the inside of my heart better than I ever will all the places they have taken me to the battles that they have fought that remain entirely unknown to me-- as I reach for the paper towels I cannot help but feel like it was a waste I'm not sure if I like this one or not?? - Atlas and if we are going to die anyway
then we may as well die for something, to leave echoes of kindness and hope that extend beyond our lives, beyond memory, beyond the slow decay of time. hm - Atlas and if my focus was fire
I am working by candlelight trying to write on wax-stained pages to prove to the world, to myself that I have learned something from all of this ~welcome to exam season~ - Atlas and I do believe
that eventually you become the person you wanted to be-- not in terms of wealth or fame, but how you spend your time, the choices you make, the friends you keep in the end, the things we do every day show us who we've chosen to be I like the thought, but the execution feels strange - Atlas and sometimes half the pain
of holding onto things is not your muscles straining to keep it aloft-- it is your fingers clenching so tightly they forget that they can form another shape hmmmn - Atlas I appear to have given myself permission
to do nothing, it was fun for a while but as a modus operandi it feels lacking. so we're back to business as usual - Atlas love is a language
I am still learning how to speak I've heard it all my life and yet its grammar still surprises me but like all languages, it is worth speaking badly for even a moment of connection, of understanding I have come to realize that this language can still exist even when there is no one there to listen-- I was alone when I taught my heart to rhyme in it beneath a silent, starry sky. I like the concept, but the execution is a 'lil clunky - Atlas I am afraid of birds falling from the sky
because like canaries in the mine their dying breaths will act as warning signs but there is no escaping, not this time. just quiet fears - Atlas |
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