Watching The Smoke Swirl

I have a couple of stinging songs. Funny how we use music as memory markers.
Raw piece here, nikki. I’m feeling this.

Songs do  bring back memoeies good and bad

Your photos take your writes to a whole different level.  So much depth of beauty surfaces, via both these mediums, at your creative fingertips.  

Multifaceted brilliance...

Dear N,

Positively brilliant. Second stanza asks a great question. Fantastic poem. H🌷

Watching the world swirl...a vortex.
I like the line about Blink 182--I don't understand the reference, but it feels right.
The a "or" b question works as a way to end the poem.
Like the self-revelation of "missing the old me"--confronting yourself.
The last line "or does it just continue into everything I ever do"--falls a little flat for this reader. Would like to see another way of showing the same thing--connecting the sentiment to your world. What would it look like, in your world, for the misery to continue into "everything you do"?
Nice!

The misery never ends. You just learn to live with it.

Good write.

You always fucking nail it, evoking poignant and searing feels, in my opinion.... To me it's razor sharp and crystal clear .... I too, have some serious sense memory recall , when it comes to certain songs and smells, as well ....I wholly relate....  

Your pic is the perfect accompaniment and that last questioning stanza IS utter poetic gold....  

(killer title, as well!! 👍🏻)  

Thank you for sharing,  
I always look forward to reading your posts -  
🌹 - B  

This is beyond cool and hip, and the photo is epic.
Nicely done.