it is only logical
that we should grow up and get older, move out age and grow old and die. so then why does it feel like so much of a surprise when each of these moments finally arrive? maybe it's just that I'm not ready (if it's even possible to be ready) - Atlas
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if I were
a few years younger perhaps this would be one of the defining memories of my life, anchored to my soul with the iron chains of nostalgia perhaps, and yet this is not the case. a weird feeling - Atlas it is dark now
and there are many journeys ahead but the space between then and now, it stretches on even as it passes all too quickly idk if this makes sense. I'm tired (in case you couldn't guess) - Atlas we sat on the front steps together
and compared the lightning to finger bones, to river deltas did it unspool across the night sky or did it shatter it like pulsing glass, I wonder we sat there trying to describe it until we ran out of poetic things to say until we said that the lightning jiggled, it waddled, it rolled like a beer can at a bad frat party (or maybe a really good one) until we ran out of words and ran out of time until we all went back inside. the lightning continued on. hm (playing with breaks a bit) - Atlas three egg sacs
and a golden-blue spider hang on a window near a door for weeks, and then vanish overnight without a trace. unlike the countless stories told in media there are no clues to solve this mystery not even a detective to crack the case-- only someone lost in memory. hm - Atlas and even when my first instinct is to bite back
with all the venom of self-righteous conviction when I am faced with a true decision I am proud to say I chose the kinder path maybe not the kindEST path, but a lot better than the first two places my brain went - Atlas the old tree asks me
why I am so afraid to climb and I do not know how to tell it that I am not sure its branches would hold my weight a broken metaphor - Atlas to be honest,
there's nothing I could say to you that would make you as unhappy as you already make yourself hm - Atlas it was fun to try
something new with you the berries were filled with the sweetness of summer but even with that your company was sweeter shmeh - Atlas oh, what can I do
what can I do when you are lost in a world of your own making I can speak and be bright, I can try to engage but I can promise no success, it really is stramge shmeh - Atlas |
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