I think you have just embarrassed Atlas. Sure, he is still carrying the weight of the universe on his shoulders, but you, you carried something much heavier. You carried my heart, my world, the entirety of my cosmos together with all the benevolent and the malevolent things in it. I was your burden. You were my salvation. But it is going to be different from now on. It has to be. I am learning to become my own Atlas. You are free.
There are some things that are still bothering me though, like, what should I do with this love that I got for you? Where should I put it? Where should I put the love that has nowhere and no one else to go? And is it really possible to feel full and empty at the same time? Full of unwanted love and affection only for you and empty because there is nothing in this world that will ever fill up the void that you left in my heart.
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Petrify
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for all those days I felt petrified by this world's never-ending bullshit.
