Sep 17, 2015
My Fantasies
When I’m high my thoughts are clear, music is clear, voices are clear, and my visuals are clear. I know what's going on around me thoroughly, it just takes a deep breath and patience. The smell of weed fills my nostrils as it faintly whisks itself past me and out the window. I hear the crunching of chips as my roommate snacks his displeasure aways as he writes his day-late essay. I feel the vibes from the pumping of my heart, it’s absolutely beautiful.
Until next time,
Z.N.
