thoughts of pure wonder running laps in her brain. She smoked, and she
thought, about glorious days. And took a look at the stars, while she
inhaled the haze. It fell upon her so quickly, and she became lost in
her mind. There was a puzzle piece missing and it wasn't easy to find.
So, she smoked and she thought, and she looked at the sky. She figured
maybe her thoughts were merely a product of "high".
And maybe she isn't sadly lost in her soul. If she never questioned
herself, she just wouldn't know. What life will become, with every walk
through a door. Because, the world gets thrown at you hard when you're
already down on the floor. But you have to pick yourself up, and take
what's there to be taken. Build on from the bottom, there is no need for
breakage. And thats what she thought, as she rolled another one up.
Something deep in a sense, yet easily common amongst.
She smoked and she pondered during that hot windless night. And figured
life was worth putting her thoughts through a fight.
I think.
-sAm G*
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