Ennui, both a blessing and curse
When nothing seems good and doing nothing worse
Bound and chained to bed, unable to leave,
Somehow both a prison and a reprieve
From the endless barrage of demands
Foisted upon us by society’s cruel hands
How long can the oblivion of inactivity last?
With future hopes left in the past
Another day’s ambitions gone astray
As apathy dulls simple joys to gray
Leaving mind and heart locked
The impenetrable wall of writer’s block
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Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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