I wake in the half-light
Time slows, merging colours I didn’t know existed
The air is heavy today
I catch a train to quiet solitude
My compass points to you and I spend my minutes trying not to
Follow it
I want to create my own maps
My own places
Places without you
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Your words resonate like a soft melody.