At dusk, I gently farewell the day,
awaiting stars in skies of gray.
One by one, they start to gleam,
as if they’re waking from a dream.
They seem surprised that someone’s near—
someone who greets them with a cheer,
someone who waits with open heart
to share both joy and tears that start.
I love to watch those stars so bright,
and even the moon that hides from sight.
My heart then dances, soft and free,
for dreams come sweeter—thanks to them and me.
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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
This is such a tender and uplifting piece.