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[cookieswithcake]

sometimes, when i'm extremely stoned, (like i was saturday night)
and i'm walking down a road
straight out of my fondest dream,
with street lights illuminating the leaves surrounding them
in a thick haze of fog;
the last of the Autumn air's moisture so thick
you can taste it...

i think to myself:

i wish i had a video camera
taping what's being seen through my eyes at this exact moment,
so i could record it all
and watch it later.

[it's that incredibly beautiful.]