brave little bird--
fly home for the winter, come back when the nest is cradled by leaves again. home has always been more than a place. ho hum - Atlas
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I make eye contact
with a bird in the cafeteria and there is a strange sort of kinship there I swear I could make good decisions if I tried I really hope you make it out alive thoughts - Atlas and today I did
nothing, really it was strange and kind of nice not very poetic but it is true - Atlas I am on the other side
of the wall. It is like watching lightning strike, and waiting for the thunder. on taking tests and reflecting back on them - Atlas and as the sun begins to rise
you stop walking, understanding that this is the hill upon which you make your final stand-- perhaps the hill upon which you will die, perhaps the hill that will teach you how to live. I hope you like the view - Atlas it was never meant
to be easy I know this, and yet sometimes I feel like it should be less difficult than it is bringing my attention back to the task again and again (I wonder if it would be easier if I'd kept up with meditation) - Atlas I often forget to think about
how hermit crabs must at some point expose every part of themselves when they move from one shell to another. ho hum - Atlas I knew that you were burning
from the day we met, I knew that I would not escape unscathed and yet I chose to know you anyway, and even though I am ready to let things end I do not regret my choice so it goes - Atlas you are
so very cool you make me want to do things just by being near you I am inspired - Atlas I know that I must be
annoying sometimes but I hope that I am worth it in the end though it is your decision to make - Atlas |
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