Moments made to be lived in,
Escorted into eternity unused.
Mornings unmet,
Evenings squandered,
Not a soul to see the sunset as it is,
To share it with none but time.
Onwards the days run,
Venture into their current,
Inherit each rising sun
Value the gift you are given.
Every moment was made to be seized.
Remember, you must live, remember, not
Everyone does.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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