It's kind of funny how
A day can start and end In two completely different places I have so much to do - Atlas
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& may all things lost
return to you in ways both big and small let them find their way home (wherever that may be) yesterday's poem - Atlas And what are these thoughts but
Passing clouds Malleable, ever-changing Their shapes and meaning left entirely in the hands of whoever cares to look does this have a meaning? idk tbh - Atlas I tried
I did But it was not enough (Will anything ever be enough) these are the days - Atlas Isn't this just happy?
Isn't this just sad? Aren't you ever just tired of this merry-go-round of feelings But the wheel turns again And all you can do is be grateful for being alive I don't want this ride to end But it makes me dizzy sometimes as it should, I guess - Atlas These are the days
The nights The moments That count the most I cannot falter now lest I fall into the abyss (or something equally dramatic) - Atlas There is something poetic
About dust motes Floating in the air Proof that life was here And continues to exist Even if only for a moment there's something deeper I'm trying to get at here but I'm not really able to focus enough on writing a poem that conveys it - Atlas Why do I sing,
You ask? Because I am so grateful For my breath And my voice That I cannot remain silent sometimes it feels like singing is my way of saying thank you - Atlas Allow me to introduce myself
I am the beginning Of the end The precipice Between what once was familiar And the endless maw of the unknown an overly dramatic entrance - Atlas |
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