I’m familiar with this part of the sky
I watch the stars move, in-fact it’s the earth moving
I long stare till I’m occupied with something mundane
This vast empty sky is not enough
This unquenchable thirst of mine
Rush always rush.
About the Creator
The Madman
Notes from the underground.
Keep reading
More stories from The Madman and writers in Poets and other communities.
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
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.