We have heard it said that drugs dull us to the world, that we use them as an escape from all that surrounds us.
Yet, memories?
Which can I remember most?
The smoke, that filled my lungs, opened my eyes.
So vivid a summer, every color sharpened to a hook.
Reeling in a childhood memory.
Every worry dissipated,
These brief instances where time no longer ticked away,
But,
Beat with my heart.
No longer was I confused with notions of my own death.
Smiles never faded, only slept.
You can say I have lived in a fog.
I agree.
I desired life.
I desired fog.
I desired misery to wander.
For sorrow to be lost.