HE is my HOME
Not just his embrace but his entirety
His soul matches mine and give me a place to call home
His eyes see me for who I am
His lips tells me all the things I need to hear
His touch calms me when I need to relax
He is my safety, he is my security
He lights this fire in me that I have never known
He is who I want on my bad days
He is who I want on my good days
He is where I want to fall asleep at the end of the day
He is where I want to wake up every morning
He may not know it but he is my home
He Occupies My Everything
My mind, my heart, my house
HE is my HOME
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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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