“ it’s okay to let others help pick up the pieces. ”
❝ & that's what i 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 . ❞ another addition to asseveration ‘ pon ATLAS’S LOAD ! though , do fix your efforts on eradicating notions of any intention that BREACHES the 𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘜𝘖𝘜𝘚 , for choliambic is cry of the acataleptic / she who stumbles into most perlous periphery : THE EYE OF THE STORM . ( strength is a shapeshifter . this i have seen , & this i believe . an incendiary heart seeks a cooler head , STRIVES FOR STABILITY with sightline so steadfast that it acts as own occaecation to single - sided nature . ) MY SOUL ACHES FOR STOLIDITY , my darling b>! & these are provisions i cannot prepare , not amidst aeviturnal ague / ling ‘ ring frore that refuses to flee . ❝ but no matter what i say or how i try to say it , it just . . . i'm sorry that i keep putting this on you –––––––– 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 , 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 . there are just . so many times that – – – ❞ witness LILT turn to LIMP , a spark searching for ignition .
𝙾 , 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳 –––– fight fire with fire , & be met with ash to ash / sprent harbingers registering as equally urticant & ROOTLESS ––––––––– there are fables that fend off naîveté’s extended stay , parables that preach prophecies favouring sole pedicel to embrace extension of her own stem . there are lessons that long to be learned . ❝ do you ever feel that every word that comes out of your mouth falls upon deaf ears ? ––––––– i’m not talking about with you , of course . as in me with you . i mean . obviously not . sometimes it seems like you’re the only one who CAN hear me . ❞ white - knuckled , i stare into the sun / recognize refuge in its rays / sink into self with shoring rarity : desperate awaiting of answer . ❝ i guess i never imagined it could come to feel so 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 . ❞
