and there is burden in this
i awoke from that nightmare
feet numb and eyes sore
hoping that none of it was true
that i'd never share this burden with you.
i had legs
but needed chairs to wheel
and help to wield
a smile.
i'd rather be atlas
and struggle beneath it
then have disappointment
that the young man
turned old and decrepit.
(but i still knew)
(whilst i clawed through)
(illusions and dismay)
(that you made me float)
(and i didn't need legs)
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whoa, heavy.
sorry about the nightmare. i'm really stubborn about hope. float, dammit! and then walk free.
alikoy - tis heavy. a reflection of a possible future always is.
h+p - and i hope to do both.
Another corner can't be carved in the tunnel as the mountain's falling down. Sap bleeds from the belly of the tree, as the niche is chopped it falls. I saw a light, it's magnified by all the lenses (made of the tears cried).
Don't forget the mind is lethargic, take great pains to avoid all of the sand that trickles through the fingers of your head and poisons your mind...
you know yr quite the esoteric fella, BD?
and yes, mind can be quicksand, but if you don't sink a little, you'll never see your heart again.
I think that was the point?
it was. i reiterated.
or something.
Lukas, powerful and very well written!!
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