Nothing is more steadfast
From the June rain
The secret of his longing
To the flowering tree
No one is the wiser
From the June rain
He erased his footprints
Who hesitated on that path
Nothing is wiser
From the June rain
Left unspoken
The root of the flower tree
I have left longing for the twilight sky that is as calm as your eyes
Look at the red, orange, to miss that warm
Dive into the horizon of your heart
Like darkness and light that meet at dusk
Our meeting was brief but beautiful
I will never forget
All memories have been stored in the recesses of the soul
Let me have it until dusk is no longer there
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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