"Smoke ****, not cigarettes."
stood the calmness in your chest.
inhale the soothing, healthy greens.
fall awake in a state of mind where
time never stays to sleep.
energize me with the raspy air,
gasping for more of another hit.
it doesn't botha me that you're chill
5 AM, get up like light never knew
how to glow.
swim in your pool of thoughts until
you think your brain will rot.
feelin' a bit hungry, so eat mountains
12 PM, choreography of rolling another
blunt: step 1, 2, 3....
pass on the soothing healthy greens to
it doesn't botha me that you're chill like
your eyes are watery and bloodshot like
the capillaries, arteries, veins in my body.
5 PM hits with red rose petals blazing
brighter than red: what color is that?
feelin' a bit tired, but there's no need to
count sheep when you could count the
cigarettes that you never kissed again.
To my dear friend (who stated the words that
I am not mocking your words. My artistic mind caught fire and this piece was salvaged from the ashes of my creativity. What you said impacted me so much that I felt like writing this piece. Everything's fabricated, except for your words that I quoted.