that drug:
it's around this time in the morning I get all these feeling rushing in.. these familiar feelings.. a sign of comfort and calmness.. several ideas goes through my head of ways on how I should deal with this.. mostly positive thoughts.. and I feel at ease.. floating about in stillness air.. gently gliding downwards but the ground sinks deeper and deeper.. if only sleep could last longer.. if death would be the answer.. that split second of drama when you're high and it prolongs for hours.. I wish that was true.. but in a good way..
then I wake up.. and the sun burns my feet.. and I lose that slight weight.. and there's so so much space.. too much space in fact.. and I forget that feeling I had entirely the night before.. so I wait.. and I wait.. and I wait.. until it gets around this time again in the morning.. and it cycles all over again..
what is that suppose to mean:
taking the leap of faith.. or more like finding that ledge.. it's like hanging yourself with a lemon in your mouth.. a quick fix in mid-air before it breaks on the floor.. so I'm like fuck it.. let's fly in the air blind-folded.. and hopefully land on sheeps.. or fuzzy peaches.. but there's no beginner's luck here.. especially when it's your 3rd or 4th times at it.. black jack's only fun with pennies.. and it sucks trying to make your own luck..
stress..
stress.. so I barked.. you pushed me two feet away and pull me a feet back.. and I'm falling attached.. and this goes for both the past and possible future..
I need to step back.. and quit smoking while I'm at it..