I’m writing this without a plan,
Letting thoughts spill from my hands.
No perfect lines, no polished rhyme,
Just the mess of my heart in time.
The words are scattered, but they’re real,
A first attempt at how I feel.
Maybe it’s rough, maybe it’s wrong,
But it’s my truth, and it belongs.
Here’s to making a post even though the words be flawed.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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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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Yes, be free and enjoy the flow of whatever comes from the soul! ✨😊