I'm on the mend,
or so I'd like to think little bits and bobs of old rhythms are starting to come back to me ho hum - Atlas
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I am a little tired
of resting, but I fear that if I push myself too hard I may drag everything out for longer. there is no choice that feels like the right one. the world does not stop just for me, I am eating through my time - Atlas fatigue comes.
I hold out faith that it will pass-- but it's strange to think that one day it won't. ho hum - Atlas and maybe sometimes love is
seeing a cat's soft, upturned chin with a delicate almost-grin and being overwhelmed with love for her the desire to kiss, to touch but deciding to refrain from disturbing her sleep <3 - Atlas all I ask is--
no, I dare not. it has always been this way: I am always striving to be grateful for what I have, holding some quiet fear that if I ask for more it will all be taken away. the reality of the situation is more complicated I think but I am sleepy so here ends the poem - Atlas it is quiet.
everything feels long and slow. but I must take these steady steps forward-- this I know, this I know. ho humm - Atlas home at last.
what new-old sights await us, I wonder? and how will my eyes now be trained to see them? o/ - Atlas the river runs fast
but we are faster when we put our minds to it, at least. but we can also slow down, enjoy ourselves for a little while-- because whether you go fast or slow, you cannot go back. so long - Atlas so it closes,
so it comes to an end. not just yet-- but soon, soon enough to make me look at the mountains in the distance and wonder. it's been a lot of fun - Atlas watching the sun go down
behind the clouds, the mountains in a place I've never been before, listening to sweet songs. it is good but it is not perfect because it is real, because it is life. idk - Atlas |
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