I am alabaster Navajo. I am an old indigo soul. I am a walking rainbow.
I am emerald sea mist. I am a grain of sand, sun-kissed. I am an amber ray of light, heaven-sent.
I am the silver-lining of night. I am crystal-studded starlight. I am the amethyst tick of time.
I am the apple-red of a lion’s pride. I am the golden lamb of love divine. I am the baby-blue of my daddy’s eye.
I am a chromatic hue of you. You are a royal reflection of me. Together, we are awakening the world to the true colors that are meant to be.
About the Creator
WriterKat
Indie author, poet, creative, spiritual being who loves art, faith, and life in all its various forms. Founder of Indie Authors Association. For more info, visit writerkat.com.
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
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