Fucking art ig

something I wrote about marijuana

Take a bite,
Enjoy the ride.
Waiting with anticipation,
"When will it kick in?" I say to myself as I impatiently tap my fingers on my thigh.
I forgot I took it.
I begin to spark, it's here.
It's light at first, impaired movements accompanied by meaningless giggles.
Staring at the wall as I teeter over the edge of conciousness and control.
I stumble.
I fall.
Deep into the void where I lose myself.
Swimming in a deep, dark, inky blackness. I cannot find the surface because every time I search for air I get distracted by the lights at the bottom of the pool.
Hands, fingers, twitch, twitch, twitch.
I forget where I am, my purpose.
Just as I submit to the void, I can breathe again.
A brief moment of clarity brings me back to life, before I am swallowed by waves of endless dreams.
I try to struggle, but I am restrained by the strong current. My body is ripped into pieces, I am scattered.
Girls can only survive so long without oxygen, room to breathe. I have neither.
I fear I never will.
Thoughts envelope and twist my mind.
It hurts
It's not fair.
But my bed isn't big enough to hold all my thoughts.
I am drowning.
Someone, anyone, pull me out of these otherworldly waters.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Laughter.
Tears.
In the endless torrent I grasp ahold of a wandering cloud. I sink my dry cheeks into the soft, cool fluff. I drift. I let go.

I am washed up on the beach, warm sand of daylight heals me.
The waves have calmed and the current has retreated.

This is something I just came up with while on a plane. I wasn't high on a plane. Stay in school, don't do drugs blah blah blah. I have no right to tell you what to do. If you have an addiction please get help. I do quite like this though, but is it a poem? Lmao I don't know, this quarantine is making me really fucking bored. Fuck coroña