My thoughts are jagged,
Not making sense in this,
Mathematics, that i see,
In hell, not sure about,
The heaven remix, it is a,
Matrix, hard to define,
In this day and age,
Come follow my madness,
That has a reason to burn,
Sparking, a cigarette, or,
Something green is what,
I want to consume, to,
Make this all add up,
It is a wicked chance,
That we only get once,
It is not coming back unless,
We allow it to finish,
Us off, the rhythm, of,
Another day and age,
Caffeine will set us,
Free or will it upset,
The rewind process,
Do you want to know,
About me?
About the Creator
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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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I loved the flow of this and the rhythm that it had. You mentioned caffeine so I gotta go make myself a cup of coffee now, lol.