Don’t let it run away from us
Things we feel when the rays touch our hands
Was it the other way?
“it” touching or as we intend to — we do.
Rise it does, it hides somewhere
behind a big tree.
we see as it does — we all know
casting both light and dark
Cut it down to see the sun — the whole of it
Cut, cut cut. Trees have blood
Dried and died. same old blood
Crawl now, one day, there’ll be no more.
A child asked, “Mom, why do trees hide us from the sun?”
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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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