dragons
do you ever smoke and smoke, until you feel like ash, and your entire body has left you behind, a dizzy piece of flesh unconnected to the world?
sitting with friends around a hooka, breathing like young dragons, saying words that meant nothing, but letting our bodies communicate the ages of the earth, this is the best feeling.
it feels like being immortal.
it feels like being whole.
it feels like being lost.
sitting with friends around a hooka, breathing like young dragons, saying words that meant nothing, but letting our bodies communicate the ages of the earth, this is the best feeling.
it feels like being immortal.
it feels like being whole.
it feels like being lost.