Rewind, Reset, Resume
Not Again
Reset your password.
She screamed.
The computer screen blinked again.
Reset your password.
This time, her hands banged down on the table.
Slammed shut the laptop.
Back to the kitchen for some tea, and maybe some time will help me remember.
She came back again. And lifted it up.
Where are you? Where are you, my pretty password.
She called in her sweet voice. Pretty please, password, just show up.
She flitted through papers, and though her phone.
A list of passwords, but this was not updated.
It was 123456 last time. But what was it now.
Rewind.
Reset.
Resume.
About the Creator
NJ
A creative soul at heart. Truth, love and compassion influence my creativity in the form of writing, painting, and living life.
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 (3)
Brilliant ♦️♦️♦️ I subscribed to you please add me too 🙏
I so feel the agony
Lol this was sooooo relatable. Loved your poem