There's nothing like the workings of your mind when its 2 in the morning and you're hella high.
All you can taste is the tang of your last cigarette, and you're squinting against the brightness of the night.
Lights flashing, one by one they go by. The winds roaring, whipping your hair around your face, so fast it stings. The universe seems immense and obsolete and you're wondering if what was ever could be.
So many questions, for a brain without the answers. But a mind that never quits searching for that moment of clarity, when it all comes together and you're free.
And it's 3 in the morning and you're floating, watching the moon and the stars. And there's splashing all around you but for a second youre lost in a lucid dream of blues and green and silver dots. Then you're pulled into a frenzy. Just souls lost on their journey. Enjoying the moment of time where the world is how it should be, and there's no reason to worry. Just the moon, stars, and water drops from Mars.
Now it's 4 in the morning, and you're staring at your ceiling. With wet hair on a pillow and somewhere there's a cat purring. And you put the glass to your lips, savoring the burn in your chest as you search for a better place.
And it's 5 in the morning and you can hear the world awakening, as you stumble downstairs and watch the cars began to emerge. You put the glass back to your lips and watch your cigarette burn. And the world continues to turn as you sit there waiting. Watching. Wondering.
