In realms where starlight softly gleams,
A garden born of waking dreams,
Where crystal petals, sharp and deep,
A silent, shimmering vigil keep.
Each bloom a frozen, radiant tear,
Undimmed by seasons, year by year.
Of amethyst and sapphire fire,
They rise to meet the sky's desire.
With facets cut by unseen hand,
They capture light across the land.
A thousand rainbows, caught and spun,
Beneath the gaze of moon and sun.
No fragrance wafts on gentle breeze,
No rustle whispers through the trees,
Only the hum of captured light,
A symphony of silent might.
Each stem a spire, clear and bright,
A testament to sacred light.
They stand immortal, yet so frail,
Against the breath of any gale.
A fragile strength, a frozen grace,
Reflecting time in this glass space.
A beauty carved from cosmic dust,
In silent, crystalline trust.
To walk these paths is to transcend,
Where earthly worries softly bend.
A fleeting glimpse of perfect art,
Imprinted deeply on the heart.
The crystal garden, pure and vast,
A luminous dream, forever cast.
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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 drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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