Every word has a meaning
But every silence has one too.

the first time i saw you that day,
your eyes were red and beneath them were puffy.
you blinked slowly and stared off into nothing.
i'm sure you were thinking of either nothing or everything,
maybe both at the same time.
i couldn't help but reach out to hold your hands.

If patience is for fools
You will find no wisdom in me
The hands of an anchor do nothing
For the heart of a full sail
Let the waves come
They have met me before
And if they do not remember
I will remind them;
That the salt in my veins is no less than that found in her depths

Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe

In today,
your sweetest memories
reside

She made an art
out of thinking differently
a beautiful rebel

I’ve made it
my friend,
To the real Marijuana land