Soft whispers fade into the night,
In the quiet, stars ignite,
Lonely echoes gently sway,
Endless calm in the silence lay.
Nature breathes a peaceful tune,
Cradling dreams beneath the moon,
Every wordless moment, a serene embrace.
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 drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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