Finches fly ferociously fast
Fretting fearsome foes
Flying fervently
Forty feet from flatland
Far from feline fangs
Flying frantically
Favoring fortified forests
Far from falcon fury
Flailing for friendly facades
Foreign from fright
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Jason A
Writer, photographer and graphic design enthusiast with a professional background in journalism, poetry, e-books, model photography, portrait photography, arts education and more.
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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
I love that you made a comprehensive story with the tautogram