I'm growing
I'm becoming someone, something entirely new. I hope I like it-- who I become and the process ho hum - Atlas
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you could stay,
you could go, and whichever way the coin falls there will be a million things to point to as evidence that things were always going to turn out this way. I am sooooo tired - Atlas let me become
a student of the moment, whatever moment I find myself in. always something new to learn - Atlas you and I,
we are on a long dark road together a path that has only one end. so walk slowly lean into the frost that brushes your cheeks and your nose it is only cold because you are warm and that is not actually such a bad thing. ehhh - Atlas I want to find the life in things
and draw it out, coaxing it like a fire cradled in a pit of sand. who can say what form it might take? this feels mildly nonsensical. (or perhaps more than mildly) - Atlas & it’s love.
see? it’s just love. anywhere you look, all the way down. the sun on your face. the wind in your hair. tiny flowers curling at the edge of the sidewalk. locking eyes with a stranger. do you feel the togetherness? do you feel the world shifting, smiling, opening its eyes? trying to capture a very specific feeling - Atlas too much &
too little. it would be easier to find peace with it all if I were the only one paying the price for my mistakes. of growth, and the inevitable but worthwhile pains therein - Atlas a hidden tiredness
runs through me. I did not notice it until my thoughts dimmed for a moment, enough to let me see. it is late, and my poetry is becoming nonsensical XD - Atlas I am doing
so many good things-- and all of it is good, and all of it is worthwhile, and all of it is so much. trying not to overwhelm myself - Atlas the seed that was
unfurling roots beneath the soil has poked its head out to say hello. spring is a clumsy season always growing into itself and it will slip into summer and fall and winter before coming back again. I want to cherish it, and every season that comes after it. the inherent irony of writing a poem about spring in the fall - Atlas |
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