smoke trail whips, as tail
horseback ride continues, long
the way, right or wrong?
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regal pines swoon tall
eagle lands on soft cliff edge
food rations are slim
~
sore muscles, again
how did we come this far now?
river bends and sends
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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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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“Regal pines swoon tall” ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I also use a pseudonym. Maybe one day I’ll reveal my true identity.
I like “soft cliff edge.” It juxtaposes the sharpness of a drop-off with a soft landing spot. It can be both, perhaps Very nice 😊
Beautifully rhythmic and cinematic! Loved the rugged calm in each verse.
Beautiful!
Such rich imagery, I feel like I'm on the trail looking for smoke directions, and waiting for the Spirit to guide us. 💨