bye.
Do you have your phone?
yes.
okay, bye.

its common, really.
but I don't walk.
I sit
I pick a spot that is cozy
I pick a spot that is lonely
I pick out the stems
and I fill up the bowl
and I smoke
and I smoke
to fill the hole.

The hole in my heart,
The sad in my brain,
The pain of not having you
The anxiety

It fills it all, its all gone.

And I sit,
and I watch the sunset
the water colored sky
I wonder and I watch the clouds
I breathe and lay
It is all okay,
And this is what I do everyday
to make it that way.

but accusations
come and come


No, mom, I do not smoke.