Earth
Are you made of dirt?
Yes, carbon and other dusts!
You’re earth but not filth
Water
Are you water too?
Sixty percent, you are a
Lake who wanders free
Air
And are you the wind?
Oxygen in your blood proves
You’re a living breeze
Fire
But— are you a flame?
Yes, when you allow yourself
To fire up your dreams
About the Creator
Sam Spinelli
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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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