though I knew that change was coming
it is still hard to reconcile fire with these streets that I've grown up in tear gas with the people that have lived and worked and walked on the sidewalks that I've known all my life burning buses and graffitied monuments with slow drives through the city will this end, should this end what will be left and who will we have become when the dust clears I don't know - Atlas
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when exactly did you forget the things you swore you'd dedicate your life to tell me when did the minutia of daily life begin to matter more than the turning of the stars the life of an innocent man when did you become able to drown out the horrors in static tell me is there any part of you left that is still human conversations with myself - Atlas sometimes I feel it when an end is near
I smell it in the air let it roll around lightly on my tongue only to realize that the taste never fades only changes. it tastes like rain - Atlas to tell a story
from beginning to end to trace a thread of tension through words until it unwinds itself into completion-- that is truly a gift a skill worth savoring. hmm yes - Atlas sometimes I feel like I am
flickering spinning with nothing to hold on to left adrift in a sea of static (my own creation.) hm - Atlas 'I'm better now', I say
half truth, half apology you accept neither breeze past both and change the subject feeling content in the knowledge that you've won. or do you - Atlas maybe one day we'll make something of ourselves
but 'one day' is a funny phrase with so much hope so many possibilities and so little responsibility. one day maybe - Atlas I have forgotten
What time is supposed to feel like And even the sound of your voice Wavers in my ears Like looking at the moon From under water. Yet despite everything, I remain. and my singing echoes off the dust motes, trying to prove that something else exists - Atlas today is a day of mirrors and reflections
healing and growth progress, moving forward and inexplicably by my side throughout it all is you hm - Atlas there is something lovely
about looking at the sky with you. you make me see things differently make me pay attention hold me gently so I don't float away. thank you - Atlas |
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