I lay threw a field of flowers stuck in a inreversable daze watching the world turn from night to day. Rain may come violent storms pass threw watching my younger self fade away threw the existance of being high no pain no fear nor anxiety no panic. Just relaxed in the worlds words seeing life play down as lifes like a card game. Or just watching the world turn and evolve


The smoke in my lungs fill my mind with lose thoughts no regrets no pain just the feeling of comfortable