When the haze wears off and you come back to reality, your senses no longer heightened return to the dull.
And you look at yourself like who am I now that I was not before?
Return to the haze where everything felt OK
kiss the sky
dance with the breeze
write poetry
feel everything that the “normal” you can not see
Live,love and get lost
be wild
Be free
lost in the haze
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
When the haze wears off and you come back to reality, your senses no longer heightened return to the dull.
And you look at yourself like who am I now that I was not before?
Return to the haze where everything felt OK
kiss the sky
dance with the breeze
write poetry
feel everything that the “normal” you can not see
Live,love and get lost
be wild
Be free
lost in the haze
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