words are usually my medium of choice
I’m told I’m skilled at using words to create art
but often, words fail me
when emotion runs deep
words feel so shallow
when reality is rich
words seem so dry
I write to try to ascribe meaning to emotions
to understand experiences
but often, words fail me
the prose falls flat
when describing fascinating feelings
the poetry seems stale
when attempting to show sentiment
still, words continue to flow out
because without an outlet, they stagnate inside
yet often, words fail me
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From the book my heart poured out by Jordan Aspen
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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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