Eight
A giggle of sassy round movement
A giddy hula slide
An amusement ride
Careening around outside curves
Carefree delighted spin thrills
Through inside curves
Gathering friction
On hot rubber tires
A race track of a number
Speedy and hot
Gathering centrifical force
With each pass
Each glide
Cheeky eight makes infinity
Stand up
And then leaves it breathless
With the desire to ride...again
Eight, the keeper of the gate
To heaven
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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