lessons in empathy:
you are rarely as right as you think you are they are different than you but no less important listen, and don't be surprised if they don't return the favor sometimes you will fail but it it is worth the effort bleh - Atlas
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Perhaps the odds are against us
But there are always odds There is always a chance There is always a choice shmeh - Atlas Privilege is the ability
To ask the things we do not like To not exist Or, it they must struggle on To do so somewhere out of sight. shmeh - Atlas communication lines have broken down.
we received word a few days ago that electricians were on the way to fix the issue but none have arrived it is possible that they are too busy to help or they simply don't care, I don't know. the silence is endless. we are adrift inching further and further apart the past, an ever-thinning thread stretched between us communication lines have broken down. I cannot ask you how you are doing, if you are as alone in this vast sea as I am I cannot speak to you to ask you how things could ever come to this. I cannot even say goodbye. in the hopes of reaching you, I have packed this message into a bottle and set it adrift if you see it, thank you. please respond. adrift - Atlas as I cross rivers of blood
i am careful not to get any on my bright new shoes i do not like the sticky feeling in my socks the way that the metallic smell follows me home like a cigarette smoker trying to run away from his bad habits i do not want this power of invisibility the weight of averted eyes on my back because we all know the truth but the words were too heavy to escape our throats so they spilled slowly back into our stomachs. the truth has never missed well with acid but we make it work. sometimes it's fun to play with language If there is a place
Beyond time I think it would look like Twilight on the steps of my front porch Neither coming nor going Just Being. hm - Atlas Goodbyes come in many shapes and sizes
Goodbyes said quickly Goodbyes said quietly Goodbyes said sweetly with a bitter aftertaste Goodbyes said in anger, regretted later I guess Goodbyes followed by meeting again Goodbyes followed by not leaving Goodbyes unsaid Goodbyes forgotten Goodbyes unintended Goodbyes glossed over Goodbyes etched into my memory like a stone tablet because things were never supposed to end like this I thought we would be different Metaphors?? Similes??? what are those lol - Atlas If words painted pictures
Yours would be glow-in-the-dark Pictures that flash behind my eyelids Every time I blink-- A master of language But also of memory and purpose For even the prettiest words ring hollow When they have nothing to say and you are always saying something - Atlas I am not sure if
You are upset with life Or with me But you aren't talking to me And I do not know the proper ettiquite for silence So I will just be here and if you explain, I'll listen - Atlas 'There is nothing sad about old shells,' you said
But one needs only To hold it close to their ear To hear the lie in those words-- It sings a song of loss so profound The ocean itself lent the shell Its voice Until they held each other again. I doubt this makes sense but it was fun to write - Atlas |
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