As my breath escapes my lips,
smoke unfurling from my lungs,
I breathe away my sorrow and as I do...
I begin to hum.

The colors around me they seem brighter,
My furry blankets swallow me whole,

My lungs they burn like fire,
Yet I find comfort in the smoke.

Silly little papers stained with pink little hearts,
I roll and roll and roll,
My own little form of art.

I press unto my lips, my own divine self-medication
I inhale deeply--The Earths medicinal creation.