I feel deflated,
tired, empty. am I resting or am I degrading, is this necessary or a waste yea - Atlas
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I fumble,
I continue. over and over and over again. sometimes walking, sometimes crawling, sometimes lying still. but even when my straining muscles can drag my body no further, I do what I can to not give up. shmeh - Atlas the rains fall.
the bugs come. life turns in a series of circles. shmeh - Atlas I did not know
that worms bleed red until today, the patch of raw flesh leaving small stains on the leaf I used to lift it. a med-evac from the sidewalk to the grass a few crucial feet away. perhaps you are right, and it is all in vain. but if it died, it died surrounded by leaves and grass and dirt not pale, rough concrete and blinding sun. that is not nothing. it's often too late to help the worms I see on the sidewalk but if they're moving I do what I can to make sure they make it to the grass okay - Atlas I stand before the mirror,
so close I fog it with my breath. with a steady finger, I trace out the words "DO NOT SUCCUMB TO HUBRIS" and then I go to bed. guess who's flying too close to the sunnnnn - Atlas sorry, I cannot respond to you
as you deserve right now. can you please hold hold hold hold hold hold hold hold on. bleh - Atlas doors open and close
with each heavy swing of my eyelids. I cannot reach out in time, they are passing by too quickly. yet I see glimmers of the universe in the brief time and space between the open and the close. idk man - Atlas the cycle repeats.
but I did choose this, I chose this, I did. so it is, so it goes - Atlas there is
so so so much to do, and so little time to do it and less energy to do it still :/ - Atlas there is still
so much to do, always, always. the light on the horizon grows with no rest in sight. bluhh - Atlas |
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