The dancing moon
Is still in the dream
It will wake up soon
So does the halt of dance seem
Let us wait for the next day
Awake until the Moon dances
Look up high, Walki in the pathway
Will I see it again, What are the chances?
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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)
Very nice writing. I enjoyed this.
My brain chose to read this like a lullaby, or nursery rhyme. So soothing.