maybe perfection
isn't the goal. maybe I just want to create something that has a soul in it. and sure, it wobbles. but it breathes. had several good conversations about making art today - Atlas
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I have made it to the other side.
that does not mean I have made sense of anything, only that now I am free to look at it from the outside. E&M, man. iykyk - Atlas when victory is the status quo
it's hard to get a taste for failure. but the act of failing is not, I think what makes it bitter-- that is simply the taste of curling, injured pride, or the sweet sting of lost hope. but when I forget these things, or lay them down it feels as natural, warm, and right as an oak reaching for the sky. hm. not sure if I said what I wanted to say here but I Did Try - Atlas and it was so much fun
laughing and playing boardgames with you that I forgot my earthly troubles for a while and just spent time with you it's such a weird (but nice) feeling - Atlas now it’s Saturday
and I don’t know what to do. everything I touch feels haunted, haunted by the past or some future that hasn't happened yet, that may never happen. but certainty is a siren song and I will dash myself upon the rocks until I learn my lesson. ho hum - Atlas I really loved
dancing beneath the stars with you. spinning and spinning and spinning until we grew dizzy, time sliding out from beneath our feet. happy LDOC - Atlas saying goodbye again.
you work towards a goal and then suddenly you finish it-- well, not quite yet, but someday soon. and things will never be what they were. no, things will never be what they were. I suppose it's only natural - Atlas it is only fair
that you be terrified. existence goes so fast, it’s spinning it’s opening its eyes every road map you once thought you could cling to vanishes in swirls of cosmic dust. hum hum hum - Atlas when I focus on the things
I probably should be doing it always feels like an unstable equilibrium, like a single nudge will send me out of balance tumbling down some hill with no end in sight. hiking my way back up is a challenge. I don't want to be a prisoner of my own mind, railroaded down a certain path by some limitation, perceived or otherwise. I don't know what to do. ...try, I guess. notice what happens. try something else. the only thing we can do (sometimes? all the time?) - Atlas endings.
I only knew you tangentially, but I am still sad to see you go-- as I turned to leave I caught a draft of courage and said, "I hope we meet again someday." it is the sweetest farewell I know. and I meant it, every word. thanks for leading the writing club all these years, friend--I hope you enjoy whatever life offers you next - Atlas |
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