someone tell me
what the right path is. okay, maybe don't. maybe help me find a way to know if I chose right? or, to find where I might be going wrong? or how to not get so lost focusing on methods that I forget to actually take action. eeeeeeeeh - Atlas
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I'm feeling something not-so-good
like I should be doing something but I don’t know what like an itch almost, beneath my ribcage something tapping, trying to get out I didn't even intend for this to be a poem, and yet, it is - Atlas and I'm trying
to do better, bit by bit and day by day and all that. I wonder if I'm doing it right. bleh - Atlas oh, I don't know
anything really. but I'm glad you're still here with me. I'm grateful for all the little moments that seem to slip through the cracks of life, the sound of your breathing. the quiet time. a photograph. a phrase. the present becomes past and it never goes back, nothing truly can last-- but I'm grateful for this. ...honestly I feel like this could be (and maybe should be) three separate poems - Atlas who knows where we'll be
ten years down the road? perhaps the journey will leave me ragged and rugged, with the sunshine, wind, and rain carving chasms in my face-- I hope they're smile lines. bleh - Atlas now I have
some time to think, at last. should I be productive or should I just be? bleh - Atlas oh, and I am
almost there, I am almost there and I cannot falter, not just yet. bleh (technically I had three finals today! I think I can be forgiven for my brain being a little shmeh--but then, I have an exam still tomorrow, so perhaps not...) - Atlas who here can say
what will come of tomorrow? there is a chance I will cry, but I think even more of a chance that I will smile in spite of it all. I have three finals tomorrow (one of which is like 2 take-home essays instead of a test, so I didn't reschedule) I'm not kidding about the "I might cry" part - Atlas as best you can,
do not think of all the things you have to do. think only of the task before you, the softness of your breathing, the steadiness of your hands. just trying to make it through exams, one day at a time XD - Atlas I hope that I continue to grow
in good directions. I know that age and wisdom are not always linked, that not all change is progress. in the end I am uncertain, I have always been uncertain, and with any luck perhaps I always will be. ah, yes. behold! a poem doing nothing, going nowhere (but it exists, and that is enough for now) - Atlas |
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