For days lost,
for voices fading in the hum of time,
we lay flowers of memory
on empty spaces.
Nothing fills absence
like more absence—
we hold the silence close
and call it peace.
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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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Sorry to say but I think I would read this at a funeral or memorial service. It will make you think about various things.
Alone
Really nothing feels absence than itself