shoulders birdmad Atlas and the weight of the world 010125 ... klrchen Deep in my heart I hold a sorrow, I must be quiet to the outside world, The pain so loved by me I hide within, Deeply from the outside world, And my soul alone can feel it, For my body does not want it. Like a spark, free and shining, hides inside the flame, Deep inside I hold my sorrow. 010125 ... gwyllynne knees and toes 010125 ... dean-bean mine curve toward the ground. It happened when I beat my ego into submission. I think I broke it, but I'm much less of a jerk now. 010329 ... dB Some say it's a chip. It's more an iceberg than a chip. Genetics graced me with a mean face and really big shoulders. It's a burdon. The weight of my shoulders is crushing my spine. People see me walking down the street, and they cross the road to avoid getting in my way. They look at my face and my shoulders and my arms, and I can read the look on their faces; "shit. I'm getting out of here. Don't want to mess with this guy." I hate it. It's good being strong, but sometimes I wish genetics didn't make me the way I am. 010329 ... nom i have to stop slouching and scrunching up my shoulders 061006 ... native persimmon so sore from a full day of climbing, but I find satisfaction in the externalizing of aches - they are undeniably real, I know why they are there, and when they've vanished. 061007 ... past "you're holding your stress in," she said, "if you don't let it out it'll find worse places to rest than your shoulders." he was trying to listen. trying but struggling to. when the world feels like it's boiling and a work week gets rolled into a day, it's easy to be stressed about being stressed. "how can i help you? you don't have to be a hero. let help in," she continued not noticing his eyes begin to glaze. how could she help? he's made suggestions before but there's always reasons (good or otherwise) why they're not the right ideas. he took a deep breath and in the silence he wished for the courage to let his thoughts escape when he finally exhaled. but he didn't and they didn't. so he said nothing, rubbed his sore joints and went back to work. 220527 ... raze i just noticed tonight for the first time that the left one has very little hair to call its own, while the right one looks like it's growing one of those embryonic beards boys sometimes develop when they're trying to tell themselves they're becoming men. the difference between the two is kind of jarring. now i want to know the same thing the brothers gershwin wanted to know almost half a century before i was born: how long has this been going on? 241018 what's it to you? who go blather from