You were in my dream, the protagonist.
No face to admire, no body either, simply an indescribable feeling that I long to capture. Do you really exist?
You captured an essence so potent, so raw… so familiar.
As right as everything felt, I couldn’t help but feel risqué. Could this love heal me? Could my heart heal yours?
Are you of this realm? Are you even a you?
There were characters and settings, all people and places I recognized and knew.
But you were just so… intangible.
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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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What a very interesting poem and thought. Great job BrettNotGreg. I have subscribed to you and look forward to reading more of your works!
"No face to admire, no body either, simply an indescribable feeling that I long to capture." That feeling is something that I've experienced before. I kinda struggle to put that feeling into words but you managed it so effortlessly! Your poem was so relatable and I loved it!