When you wish upon a star
Marijuana. I saw something like 7 or 8 shooting stars in a period of one hour while hitting my little bong in the yard. I obviously made a wish, for so many times, as if those pieces of rock falling through atmosphere would give a damn about my dreams. It’s funny how much pressure we put on those poor little shooting stars minding their own business. Humans love to believe in magic. Peace and dreams to the stars and back.















