Fall in ice amber,
All alike falling silent,
Save one windhover –
Rising, kindling fire,
offering to endless night,
Small peace, day's ember:
Once green life-giving,
Pale now, golden hope planting
In vale-shadows, spring.
About the Creator
J W Knopf
JW enjoys travel, singing, hiking, ice cream and being around water. Favorite reading and writing subjects include philosophy, theology, spiritual well-being, history, biography, political theory, mental health and disability issues.
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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