She had an uncanny energy for life thankful for every little miracle it bestowed— and it made her entirely impossible to live without. xx Atticus
Published 03/28/20
Published 03/28/20
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor...
Published 03/26/20
She wasn’t happy or sad, in love or out of love, she was just there existing in the ebb and flow of life— and that was a dangerous place to be but her worst mistake was forgetting to remember there was more. xx Atticus
Published 03/24/20
In the mornings she taught me French and after breakfast she would paint and I would write and as the spring rain fell on the skylight and the tea steamed from its mugs my heart hummed to the music of the dream we’d found. xx Atticus
Published 03/21/20
"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root...
Published 03/19/20
Does the sun promise to shine? No, but it will— even behind the darkest clouds, and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter for that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. To love you is not my promise but my fate— to burn for you until I can burn no more xx Atticus
Published 03/17/20
All life is a revolt against death and all revolts are eventually quelled. The question is: in those moments with a rock in your hand and tear gas in your eyes can you smile to the fates stand tall and make your voice heard? xx Atticus
Published 03/14/20
On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars close your eyes look up tongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus
Published 03/12/20
"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson) Out here on this very day We journey further into the illusion Adrift in the great dream Yearning for entry into the severed realm Do you know that the death of earth soon come? Do you know the progress of destruction? Do you know the strange new topography of the coast? Life closes in slowly around us And we seek salvation in copulation In drugs And by sunset we ascend Only to find that our minds And our...
Published 03/10/20
"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter I have fallen in love many times. Have you ever sat in a bar and watched a lonely man or woman by themselves, their tired eyes shaken, fixed on nothing but the glass in front of them? Can't you taste their sadness from across the room? Those people. I fall in love with those people. To me there are few things more real.
Published 03/07/20
Today I opened a book and found a flower that you’d pressed— it was orange and red and yellow and small. And in all ways it was our love gone now but beautiful still as the memory of something more. xx Atticus
Published 03/05/20
Keep your kingdoms give me the open road the stars in the sky the smell of a campfire around the next bend and I will be as rich as any king. xx Atticus
Published 03/03/20
Tell me, she said, about our house our children our garden about the lives we will have -- but he never could and it wasn't until she was gone that he understood that she never needed the house she only needed the dream. xx Atticus
Published 02/29/20
Daughter of mine— for your smiles, for your tears, for your skinned knees, and your broken hearts, for the love you give, and the love you find. For whatever you become, or don’t, it is far too late, I love you already, long before we ever meet. xx Atticus
Published 02/27/20
I took her hand, and my heart beat fast as her warmth swallowed me up. A thousand times I’d run this trail but not with her. Her eyes were all that young love should be, and they lit me up in every look. We lay in shooting skies and freckled stars, and promised our love would last forever— and so in our forever it would there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill, with silver moon rivers and sailing ships. xx Atticus
Published 02/25/20
We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be. xx Atticus
Published 02/22/20
I woke before her and she slept on as the sun rose spilling light across our bed she was an angel in my sheets the girl I would draw if given a thousand years and only a promise she might one day come to life. xx Atticus
Published 02/20/20
There is no excuse I’ve heard worthy to decline a request by a lady of reasonable morals and pleasant company for a skinny dip under a warm summer moon. xx Atticus
Published 02/18/20
You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms. xx Atticus
Published 02/15/20
It rained in Rome but when the sun came out it seemed fresh like a city made new and the ruins glimmered reminding me that nothing lasts forever not cities not kingdoms not rainstorms. xx Atticus
Published 02/13/20
Hidden away above two thin staircases a bed, a desk, and bookshelf, a writer’s paradise the rain would fall and set its cadence to my thoughts the old radiator pumped hot breath forcing my window to be cracked a pinch and there each night I would fall asleep in a melody of cold and hot— wrapped up safe in all my ghosts. xx Atticus
Published 02/11/20
We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course, for this night at least the old music played louder than the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morning we smiled at the old stories and left our love hanging in the air as we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus
Published 02/08/20
Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to you than the person everybody else sees a person hidden deep within the very fabric of your soul— you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you and wake within yourself that great giant you already know you can be. xx Atticus
Published 02/06/20
Go forth and conquer for the world is small and you are a giant and every step you take will make the ground shake as it rises to meet you. xx Atticus
Published 02/04/20