Finding peace on earth,
I lay out like a star.
In the middle of a field
Away from it all.

The clouds float by
Fading away,
As my imagination
Begins to play.

The wind blows soft
The trees speak words.
Creatures all around me,
I hear whistles from the birds.

The skies are blue,
I can see into space.
I close my eyes,
And drift to my happy place.

This is what it’s like,
To feel relaxed and alive.
No drugs or alcohol,
I don’t need to be high.

and now that i can no longer stand myself, i find solace in you.

dark eyes and dark hair and long legs and artists hands, all pale skin and a lanky figure stretched across my couch, gesturing and laughing and resting a cold arm across my shoulders.

tips of fingers tracing across my own flesh like slim ice cubes, soothing and tickling at once, and my pulse finally slows and i get lost in someone else for awhile.

you plan to get high on easter and nearly every other day, you rarely speak but let soft touches and tight hugs convey what you can't say.

you told me you had never loved anyone and may never love anyone, and your favorite memory is of a cat you had as a child.

you smiled, but your eyes were black holes.