Up on a high rise, with closed eyes.
Letting the world pass us by.
It’s alright, we got plenty of time.
No need to rush, darling it’s just us.
Head in the clouds, might never come down.
Who knew I’d love you this much?
Someone I’ve never even touched.
A tiny screen connects you and me.
A love surreal, with a whimsical feel.
Others don’t see what’s the big deal.
Telling me I should click my heels.
Come back to what I know is real.
They say I’m getting lost in another field.
But I finally found home, they can leave us alone.
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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