and I suppose even hope has its roots in truth sometimes
that sad endings, while inevitable are less common than you'd think and are interspersed with moments of unexpected joy and relief. so save fireflies. have hope. be hurt. and always, always be kind. - Atlas
0 Comments
love is passing macarons around in a circle
so everyone gets a bite and then picking up another one and doing the same thing around and around we go taking delight in the joy of one another you said it's one of your more precious memories and that made it precious to me too - Atlas ah, don't mind my watery eyes
I'm just scared of blinking these days scared of missing something essential because time has always been limited but I am starting to see flashes of the end in the present and it scares me more than anything that I will miss the moment when 'is' becomes 'was' that the things I love will slip into the dark unnoticed that the light behind your eyes will fade while you're still breathing and I'll miss it. I'm scared of all the things I've already missed - Atlas I do not know if it is simply time for us to grow apart
or if there is some sin I have committed I do not know of but when I think of you (because for all that my thoughts may wander they always return to you) all I really want to know is if you're happy I could live with an endless silence if at least I knew you were alright or even better off without me - Atlas looking at what's broken and thinking
'how do I fix this' and wondering if I'm not doing it right or if it's like two puzzle pieces that just won't fit wondering if it's my place to step in if I can live with staying silent wondering what kind of damage I can forgive myself for causing 'do no harm' is much easier on paper - Atlas maybe things will be fine.
maybe tomorrow the world will pull itself back together begin to turn again a little shakier this time a little closer to the day when it will remain jagged pieces on the floor fragments of memories and plans demolished by chance and a thousand tiny inevitabilities. maybe things will be fine. I hope so. it is such a desperate hope - Atlas I really do hope
that wherever you are you're happy I hope that this poem finds you well surrounded by people who love you pursuing something worthwhile not stressed or comparing yourself to everyone else I hope the storms in your mind settle I hope that you've found peace I really, really hope you're happy even if it's not with me the second half of this *almost* feels like a poem.... progress? - Atlas I wish I could be one of those heroes
who manages to save the world and the people around them just by being who they are but those heroes are the tragic protagonists of other novels who, by being themselves, bring themselves to ruin and those around them share their fate. real life is something in between and I am still me. I'm not quite sure what to make of that - Atlas sometimes it's hard to tell
if this is the beginning of the end the end of the beginning or the middle of an endless cycle of change and repetition that has its roots in a time long before my first breath whispered into its existence and will continue long after ash has forgotten my name. perhaps all three are happening at once - Atlas will you ever forgive me
for the stories I tell about us one day when we no longer see each other? will you tell stories of your own? who am I--a hero, a villain? a bit of both is perhaps the closest thing to truth either of us can reach when it comes to each other. blergh - Atlas |
Archives
June 2024
Categories |