Close your eyes…
What are you?
What makes you… you?
*
Again, close your eyes
Take a deep breath
What do you see? I know it’s dark
But can you see it? It's you
*
Are you a name, a noun, a sound?
Or muscles, nerves that crawl?
Are you merely a smile, your carved-out teeth?
Are you routine, are you movement, are you fear?
No…
*
Millions have your name
Thousands have those lips
And many many more have lost
Many Many more times
The same things that you have
But you are one odd-out
*
Once again
Close your eyes
Feel you
Take the colors of your mind
Ssssstreeeeeeeetch themmmm out
Stop looking at the wrong side…
Realize that whatever in this hell you are
Is yelling, shouting, marching, fighting
Inside
About the Creator
Matt B.
Matias Bohorquez C.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
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
Comments (2)
Woah
Somewhat mysterious