Suffocating like the sea, yet peaceful in its finality.
Insanity freeing, irony speaking,
Laments from the mourning.
Enticing with nothing, with everything,
Nobody hears the tree fall in the woods.
Cataclysmic, calming,
Enticing from the constant chatter of the world.
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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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Beautifully penned!!!💕❤️❤️