cookies in the rain.
cookies in the rain with you. it is hard to think of time better spent. hm - Atlas
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in spite of all the odds
spring has returned and we are still here to see it. there is much to do, there always is. you can try again in the morning. hm - Atlas my flaws greet me
like old friends. I want to accept them without accepting them. sure, I'll always be imperfect but not like this. hm - Atlas am I getting stronger?
I think I am. there is just always a new challenge to face. but maybe that something is different from what it was a while ago. this poem is a little... oof. I look forward to the day when I have the time/energy to put into poems again XD - Atlas I worried about my heart,
my health, my someday-fading eyes I worried about the end of times and I did make a change or two but mostly I just worried. and yes, this is very much inspired by that Mary Oliver poem. written much more quickly and with less care, though... - Atlas sometimes I feel as if I am being
ground down slowly into chalky powder, evaporating with the wind. I don't want that to be true. I want to be changing for the better. hm - Atlas "enough" still haunts my steps,
a dogged ghost, but less persistently now. if the change is for now or forever I cannot say. but I am here and it is here and I am trying and it is, I think, enough. think I lost the thread of this one lads - Atlas & I know
it wasn't nothing, & I know that rest is vital but some part of me still itches with the knowledge of everything that is to be done. maybe it will always itch. I don't know. hm - Atlas joy burned within me,
radiating outwards, bubbling up to the surface in waves of smile after smile. I did not care for "what ifs", until suddenly I did. bleh - Atlas these days,
my life seems like a never-ending litany of "I thought I was more stable in this than I am." and as always, I try again - Atlas |
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