Layers of blue tucked
Beyond, between, and within;
Drop of salt water.
…
Layers
Under my skin
Singing to me
Sometimes softly-
others with scorn
Layers
Defining my skin
& dancing with me
Intermingled seen-
Witnessing
Layers
Within Her skin
And I wonder,
How many does
She remember?
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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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