I smoked up. They call it cannabis I call it an antidote to my ambivalence Slow and steady I could feel the hands of time slipping and ticking and running I need to stop. To catch a breath. As inhibitions fade I’m unable to persuade The entire room turns into a maze. My laugh consumes … Continue reading I smoked up.
Tormented by her nightmares Haunted by reality; In daily struggle to break free, Words were her surrender absorbed a world too blinded to wonder. Secrets hidden under exultant eyes, nights with psychedelic memories; vague flashes shadowed by sluttish confidence Inhibitions slowly fading under psychoactive spells. Magic no longer caused awe. Numb and blunt; It was … Continue reading Psychotomimetic