Water - liquid silk,
Swallows and feeds the rich soil.
Brings the shoot from seeds.
Deep, dark, and rich earth.
Holding the secret of life,
better than gold bars.
Fire like a sunset,
a tiny supernova.
Sending clean sparks high.
Caught by air they dance.
Make heathen patterns and runes,
for seers and watchers.
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S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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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 drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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Very...complete.