An inhale.
A beginning. A group of cats. A yellow dress. Plastic water bottles surrounded by ice in a kayak. Ukulele music. The faintest smell of smoke. Everyone I have grown to know And love. Someone smiling. A list of things (Today) - Atlas
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As I walked downstairs to make my breakfast one morning
This soft, golden light fell over everything I owned Just through the windows The sky was somewhere between the color of a peach And the walls of my room, A soft, faded yellow (My favorite color.) I looked at this impossibly beautiful sky and thought about hope. When I walked upstairs, the light had faded Already heading off to other places And the world tilted slightly on its axis Hanging on by just a thread to everything I’d ever known, cherished And taken for granted I was left to wonder How long my golden light would last How much longer We really have. So I thought my mom had a heart attack today and that really puts some things in perspective - Atlas I held a mirror up
To a demon And saw Myself maybe for the first time - Atlas So the days count down
So time moves on Carrying us unwaveringly Towards an undiscovered future good poetry comes and goes in waves and as you can see we are not currently in one of those waves (that's ok--we'll get there eventually) - Atlas Was it enough?
The time I spent The work I put in Was it enough? only time will tell - Atlas It is easy to accept
That everything ends eventually Everything is supposed to end. That's the world. But no amount of theorizing Of hypotheticals or what-ifs Could have prepared me for this For the ending of my world. it is just a possibility. I hope that's all it is - Atlas Everything I was afraid of
Seems so insignificant Now, In the faint shadow Of what is either a passing cloud Or a meteor our lives are so, so fragile - Atlas Small yellow and black bodies
Lying like Empty shells discarded in the sand In front of my door Someone must have needed them once But not anymore haunted things - Atlas I know it is not a trophy
Or a medal But if people were stars You would be the brightest one In my sky And that's got to be worth something, Isn't it? we all want to be seen but we've forgotten what that means - Atas Sometimes I worry
I'll lose something I forgot to be grateful for really not the best way to phrase this but it's late - Atlas |
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