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
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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 am I not sleeping enough or
is my body craving some other kind of rest or maybe just work that I can do for myself maybe selfishness haunts me maybe I'm just tired never trust how you feel about your life after 10pm XD - Atlas the wind and rain
steal the warmth from our gentle hands, but we persist, marching on through the storm. and though there is warmth and light at the end of this, that is not the point of our venture. so it is, so it goes - Atlas the world is too big for a lifetime
and while this gladdens me I still yearn to know what lies behind every mountain, in every valley, in every corner of the world I have not yet tucked myself into. here's yesterday's poem, since I had a bit of trouble posting yesterday! - Atlas the mountains rise.
the sun sets. truthfully, I'm not quite sure what to do with this passage of space and time. here and now is such a fragile combination. how strange, that we cannot live without our undoing. thinking about things - Atlas sometimes I feel like everyone
expects me to know this better than I do. is that my fault? should I ask more questions, look more confused? still, I am grateful for the wonder of it all. for the people who cross the gap between knowledge and understanding. I hope to someday count myself among them. cool science is cool - Atlas poppies grow
at the foot of these mountains. maybe time is like a window, close-by things blurring while distant things seem almost still, even as they inexorably slide out of view. always leaving, always changing - Atlas so the world turns.
today will never happen again, we are marching inexorably towards some inevitable end and it will never unhappen, no but it will never happen again. the passage of time is quite strange - Atlas a bird in the hand is worth
a few crumbs, offered politely. a day in the city is worth a bit of navigation. truly good ice cream and hot chocolate is worth a long and busy line. idk - Atlas |
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