you always have time
until suddenly you don't. I stare at the end of summer and remember when it was just beginning, and I try to come to terms with the fact that someday I will look at my life like this as well. or maybe I'll have a better/different perspective, who knows - Atlas
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the trick is to
get back on the bike even when you fall off. again and again and again. when I die my knees will be covered in rocks and grass stains but at least I will be able to say that I lived. I hope - Atlas it's funny--
when you write, you have no idea if your words are going to mean anything to anyone. I guess it's true when you speak as well, and sometimes you never know. but I try to say nice things, just in case. and sometimes (many times) I write incoherent gibberish but that is simply Part Of The Process - Atlas you can make me your enemy
but I won’t make you mine life is too short to spend my time hating another sliver of awareness, of eternity can you imagine how you’d cry if you landed on earth and discovered life after millennia of thinking you were alone is it one poem? is it two? who knows. certainly not me - Atlas we are strangers to each other now, but
you knew me and I knew you I saw I had an unread text message from someone with your nickname and for a moment I thought it was you. it wasn't you, though just someone I barely knew apologizing for calling me the wrong name. ...I hope you're doing well. - Atlas I have done
a lot, maybe even enough-- oh, how that word follows me. I am often content but never sure that I am on the right path. perhaps that is for the best but the question still lingers. it's late, so this is probably pretty incoherent - Atlas I will not
make the mistake today, I said, making the mistake-- but I did learn something, it was not all for nothing. I think - Atlas remember this day.
remember the joy, eating breakfast outside (oatmeal orange juice coffee), remember the dresses (dark blue with an interesting cut and maroon-purple), remember the cupcakes (lemon, eaten with my sister and my mother), remember getting the groceries (with my father, precious conversations), remember the running (our usual route was blocked by summer camp activities so we took a different route), remember the living and the breathing ground these memories with as many points of contact as you can for they are precious, and fleeting, and life is so, so short. this kinda went everywhere ngl - Atlas nine times out of ten,
ninety nine times out of a hundred, things are fine, you are safe, and the story has a happy ending. would you still risk it? where is the line between stupidity and sanity, between risking tremendous loss and having a life worth losing? is it really all trial and error - Atlas I am not proud
of my fear is anyone? I’m sure someone must have been in the long history of the world anyways - Atlas |
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