Love Lost, Desperate Search
Desperate Longing and Unquenchable Love
By TauroiPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
I was missing yesterday
Searches everywhere with wind
Life is gone with your love.
I can live without food
If I think of your name, dear.
A fire can be lit without a matchbox
If our eyes meet, love.
Lost Without You....
About the Creator
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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