it has been a while
since I've truly failed-- I suppose I have been growing complacent always dangerous - Atlas
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I see the storm headed my way
but I know I've weathered worse and perhaps the next time I see those white-capped waves I'll remember this moment and steer away sometimes it takes a while to learn - Atlas procrastination is what happens
when you refuse to look your fear in the eye (I suppose I'm not a fan of staring contests) bleh - Atlas maybe it was because
it was one in the morning but I did not object when you began to drown the spider in a methodical deluge of cleaning products-- my conscience twitched but the damage was done and I was tired hm - Atlas sometimes I wonder
if all the bright lights I've ever looked at remain imprinted on my eyelids-- if I looked hard enough would I see them, I wonder I have no idea where this came from, to be honest - Atlas and may the bright lights
behind your eyes never fade, may their swirling patterns carry on into constellations idk -Atlas it is nice to return to you,
it feels like it has been too long since our paths last crossed, and now I am left stumbling by familiar landmarks like returning to a vacation spot in a different season strange but pleasant, I suppose - Atlas and the kahuna passed
slowly, and the waves began to return to their old-familiar patterns I will watch them gladly and mostly without fear but I will still heed the old wisdom I will still never turn my back on the ocean I feel like there's a better poem buried somewhere in this one - Atlas it is,
as always, a relief to know that I am not dying or in any imminent danger thereof - Atlas These are the things I know:
I am feeling a hundred sensations and I have a hundred thousand words to describe each and every one of them their every variation, their every explanation every way they could possibly go wrong-- and I love you. It is the kind of love where words fall away when you try to describe it. and every time my heart reminds me of its presence it will remind me that it loves you. and every time my breath comes short I will think of all the times that you have taken it away. and every time I feel my abdomen I will remember how it feels to laugh until I ache. and every time my ribs twinge I will let it remind me of how foolish I was to seek to contain that love within so small a space. - Atlas |
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