HIGH

I was at my hostel room alone..It was 5:30pm..I was on my bed lightning a smoke..sleeping upside down caressing my hairs towards the floor..with a bottle of water beside me and my teddies lying behind me..looking upwards the ceiling fan continuously making an awful sound which make me feel irritated everytime.. some spider webs hanging up in the corner of the wall..I was staring at my roommates messed up things under her bed..scrolling my facebook with dozens of memes..I passed my time being high at the times whenever I am alone in my room..
I lighten up my second cigarette with unwanted thoughts in my mind..and starts smoking..and feeling more higher then I was..staring at my legs and messing up my curly hairs..the feeling was so good..as I was inhaling the mouthful of smoke..the flames goes inside my mouth touching my lips throughout the nose..my eyes automatically shut down..and I can observe myself in the sky flying high like a bird..it was the feeling which smoldered my heart out..with the agony of being high always..thrilled at the times..but as good as I feel higher and letting myself in..into the paths of anguish..

~Piku~