Beyond the expanse of the expanse
Continuing into the unknown
Delving into the void
Putting everything in
But getting nothing out
Reaching the unreachable
Searching but never finding
Ever curious but never learning
Enter the darkness
Diving into the emptiness
Silence is the dream
But the noise is deafening
Wanting to discover
Leaving the reality
Disappearing into the unknown
Scrambling to know
Staring at the emptiness
This is the black hole
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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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