Atlas

The Words:

shy, cellar, with a vengeance, abandon, elated, benevolence, tulips, atlas, footsteps, destroy, gently

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When I miss, I miss with a vengeance. Benevolence abandons me and I am left grinding my heels in irritation. My conscious isn't shy of it... I'd destroy without guilt if I wasn't too busy listening for footsteps. Tulips are like me. They blossom gently and float in elated love until they find that the wind of spring is gone. Then they melt.

I melt.

Such is the atlas of my ego: you'll find me in the cellar if I am not on the roof.