all I can think of
poised on the brink of the abyss is please let me make mistakes I can live with. but the only one who can answer for that is me - Atlas
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I have never been one for cooking
but the way your eyes light up when you think about us learning it makes me want to try even if it's just a little. hmmn - Atlas sometimes I forget what it feels like
to be present in my own life. I am not sure where I go, only that I am somewhere else. I guess that's what it means to be lost - Atlas the spider caught in a storm
clings to its web to the underside of leaves praying for shelter the trapper is now caught in something it will never understand only survive if it is fortunate. we're not so different - Atlas look at who you are
what you've done look at everything you've become and tell me this is what you wanted is it? - Atlas The absurdity of life
Rolls back and forth Between comedy and tragedy It is interesting to watch the transformations In real time and by 'interesting' I mean 'disconcerting' - Atlas maybe all that wondering
about souls and the afterlife has gone a little bit to waste-- maybe we're all just a little bit of rain condensed from cloud, given shape falling to the earth in an instant and shattering only to slowly make our way back to the beginning (but we are never the same.) or maybe life and death isn't like anything (or maybe it's like everything) - Atlas you've come so far
that the soles of your feet cannot help but ache for the road they travelled with such joy so long ago but every step they take only sends them further and further away. retracing footsteps left in the sand - Atlas happiness is a circle
curled in around itself breathing softly quietly enough that you wouldn't notice unless you leaned down to listen to it. based on my cat - Atlas in the shadows of the night
a moonbeam curls around me pools in my hands and presses kisses to my shoulders I listen for the sound of footsteps behind me for the foreshadowing of inevitable tragedy but there is only the rustle of the wind in the trees and the quiet, unflinching love of the moon. and I was not alone - Atlas |
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