Light they seem they carry a weight not seen
no hands that can hold,
feet to move on places untold
stood still in peace as seasons passed,
the wind blew harder each time,
sway it may but it will last.
But still it is for still, it is.
rain comes or rain comes not
it takes all and gives as much
brooding greed as it brews such innocence
dig some and get some to free some,
tangled they may be but untangled — they can be.
harvest, unmoving roots grow stronger
But still it is for still, it is.
A heart takes refuge in what it is.
all pride ripped out of a 1st class fool suit
death banged a billion times but still, it is.
Take a little smile — cotton heart.
About the Creator
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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