I know that I know nothing,
but even then I often forget how much nothing there is to know or not-know, I suppose. the people who devote their lives to something I didn't even think to consider. hm - Atlas
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the music,
the dying light of sunset on the clouds, heralds of some distant storm-- a hawk, alighting upon a branch. my heart was so light I sailed the whole way home. today was a good day. (they will not always be good days. but today was, and I want to remember it.) - Atlas oh,
I am, um, managing, somehow. for now. there are so many things to handle. but whether it is task one of fifty or one of one, I must face it in its time. bleh - Atlas but sorrow and joy are sisters,
one never far behind the other and while joy is quick to soak up love and praise sorrow is filled with much gentleness and wisdom if you take the time to listen nothing particularly new, but it's still fun to explore and say - Atlas the rise and fall
of expectations. should I be annoyed, perhaps? or proud? should I follow your example? I know it's best to do my best but what that looks like differs by the day. ho humm - Atlas it is much harder
to be afraid of a spider once it has demonstrated an inability to get out of a tub. harder still when you know that it is afraid of you, but it would not hurt you even if it could try. may we both be gentle giants. hm - Atlas the cellar spider
is a respectful roommate, whose stillness and quietness helps offset his illusion of size. still, perhaps the bottom corner of the shower near the faucet was not the most convenient place to set up camp. well, he seems to have picked up many of the unspoken rules of cohabitaiton-- I can only hope he picks this one up as well. I'm calling him Gregory for now - Atlas chipping away at the to-do list, bit by bit.
trying to live while I do it. I don't know, it all seems very strange. hm - Atlas the ties that bind us
are made of polyester and shared playlists, movie nights and existential crises. the life we share, that we choose to share. time slips like water from our hands - Atlas |
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