We had
sat around the room for hours, smoking all throughout the day - three people had split a half-ounce of
kind bud. "This is the
highest I have ever gotten," I think to myself. I can't even
feel the floor under my crossed legs anymore, sitting is a waste of my buzz.
Differenciated, I rise and leave the apartment. I find myself in an alien world with a similar face.
Everything is so much more beautiful - the bushes are illuminated with the cheap orange streetlights, creating a localized electric fall. When I close my eyes I hear the buzzing of the halogen, when I close my mind I can hear the tune within. Resisting the urge to run back inside and load up cakewalk I walk on. Cars pass, they're going somewhere, machines advance us in incredible manners. Thoughts cross my mind, simultaneously... What about the future, what about the past... we rarely enjoy the now, rarely take time to truly observe its good parts. Ants are crawling through the grass, even though it's too dark to tell if they really are ants I am certain in my assumption...
Ever since, I've learned to appreciate the night more...
They're drugs, they change you - use them wisely.