I miss smoking
Almost in the same way
I miss Amy sing
And Mac Miller
Light up a room
Where did they go
Deep detachment
Of songs unwritten
Powerful lyrics
Being sober
I'm hearing them
Different
I value life more
Ignorance to pain
Is ignorance to peace
You can't take one
Without the other
Everything is alarming
And loud
But I am surviving
Using my third eye
As my guide
Naive enough to think
It's all coming together

Hidden

Withdrawal

Jun 5, 2026

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Malachite

Naivety and wisdom are of the same seed, so don't anticipate one because you feel the other. 
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem, Eliza!

faizel-farzee

I miss it too, but life seems clearer. 
I think i see it, so it must be true.