manhattan projects

listener

right there

what you're saying is everything i wish i could. but the thoughts get lost

and i think i'm lost for good. i'm learning to paint small

but i have to be still. and that one shines

but still. there i go again painting with my ideas

a little strokes

a little tears. i can't stop these shaky hands from mixing everything up

and i wander

but what's really being lost enough?

not all who wonder are lost in thought

not all who give live all they've got. like a thousand suns bursting at once

are only a spark of the mightiest one. but that doesn't stop the planets from spinning month after heavy month. into years that i forget memories and friends. years i get to live lucky and try to mend. crossing over back again

over and back again. with every line

trying to dig in crossing over and back again. i am become the destroyer of worlds

and when the bomb drops

my heart drops too. and doubt sets in

please hope begin

make a way

make it calm for everything that flies inside. the sky? this is it? but everyone can see this. no one owns it but we all do until we're all satisfied. shaky knees

shaky thoughts

shaky near the business end

where i see it all get lost. the things i made become the things i've forgot. this is what you wanted me to build

or that's what i thought. in battle

in the forest

at the top in the mountains. on the dark great sea

in the midst of javelins and arrows. in sleep

in confusion

in the depths of shame. the good that we've done before

defends even us. even poor little us.