suspension of disbelief
we all die
since the moment I met you, you’ve been
immortal to me, our time never-ending but
life, today, showed me that
even though we tightly close our eyes
never acknowledging the
crescendo ready to break
even the sun is not immune and fizzles out too
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
'immortal to me' is such an incredible line! Loved this, and an amazing entry and well crafted poem! 🩷
Gorgeous entry! Such a great last line too, very powerful.