Something about the rattling of my window from the whistling wind makes me feel all fuzzy.
The literal chaos that exists outside of these four walls is such a comforting scene.
The thunder thrashing through the skies hits my ear just right. How could I be so lucky?
I’m taking it all in, and not ever for granted. I am at peace - serene.
I’ve yet to hear the drumming from the rain, but I know it is soon to arrive.
Then, and only then, will I cast the anchors that are tied to each of my eyes.
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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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Finding peace in the roaring thunder of my life too ... I like this poem.