05-08-2020, 03:47 AM
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— it was just one of those nights. legs dangling off the edge of the dock, he took a long drag of his cigarette. he stared at the dark sea as he slowly released a plume of smoke. his fingers gently tapped against his thigh, waiting only a moment longer before tapping ash off his cigarette. for a while, he could convince himself everything was alright. he could tell himself he was making progress towards a better state of mind, no longer tormented by his past. it took nights like these for him to get back to his senses.
waking up in the middle of the night, plagued by memories and haunted by the faces of the past. sometimes all it took was getting out of bed, working to calm himself down before he could quietly slip back into bed again. sometimes, though, it was best to step outside entirely. it helped to find such a beautifully serene view, look at the lake illuminated by the pale moonlight. his gaze would occasionally glance up at the stars, trying to search for constellations he thought he had learned. anything to try and ease a troubled heart.
sometimes he failed to understand why now. why did he still feel like this at northstar of all places? he had it so good here. he had a network of friends, some he considered a second family almost; people he cared about so deeply that he’d do anything for them. and just- surrounded by so much good. mick sighed. even while that was the case, his inner struggles and doubts never seemed to stop for anything. whether he was having one of the best days of his life or the worst, the trauma still clung to him just the same. all this time he convinced himself that once he found happiness and peace, all the pain from the past would go away.
if only it were that easy. he narrowed his eyes slightly as he took another smoke, lost in thought. guess it was something he would have to live with, as much as he hated to admit that to himself at times. legs gently rocked back and forth absently. with a place like this, sometimes the weight felt far more bearable. sometimes he felt like less of a lost cause.
// just a chill thread
smokin' on the dock
— it was just one of those nights. legs dangling off the edge of the dock, he took a long drag of his cigarette. he stared at the dark sea as he slowly released a plume of smoke. his fingers gently tapped against his thigh, waiting only a moment longer before tapping ash off his cigarette. for a while, he could convince himself everything was alright. he could tell himself he was making progress towards a better state of mind, no longer tormented by his past. it took nights like these for him to get back to his senses.
waking up in the middle of the night, plagued by memories and haunted by the faces of the past. sometimes all it took was getting out of bed, working to calm himself down before he could quietly slip back into bed again. sometimes, though, it was best to step outside entirely. it helped to find such a beautifully serene view, look at the lake illuminated by the pale moonlight. his gaze would occasionally glance up at the stars, trying to search for constellations he thought he had learned. anything to try and ease a troubled heart.
sometimes he failed to understand why now. why did he still feel like this at northstar of all places? he had it so good here. he had a network of friends, some he considered a second family almost; people he cared about so deeply that he’d do anything for them. and just- surrounded by so much good. mick sighed. even while that was the case, his inner struggles and doubts never seemed to stop for anything. whether he was having one of the best days of his life or the worst, the trauma still clung to him just the same. all this time he convinced himself that once he found happiness and peace, all the pain from the past would go away.
if only it were that easy. he narrowed his eyes slightly as he took another smoke, lost in thought. guess it was something he would have to live with, as much as he hated to admit that to himself at times. legs gently rocked back and forth absently. with a place like this, sometimes the weight felt far more bearable. sometimes he felt like less of a lost cause.
// just a chill thread
smokin' on the dock