Ode to Sunrise, radiant and bold,
A masterpiece of colors, a story untold.
With gentle brushstrokes, you paint the sky,
A symphony of hues that make the heart sigh.
From dusky horizons to the zenith's embrace,
You chase away shadows, unveil grace.
Golden fingers reach out, touch the earth,
Breathing life into nature, granting rebirth.
The stars may retreat as you take your place,
With every dawn, a new world you trace.
Your warmth ignites passions, dreams take flight,
In your tender embrace, everything feels right.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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