Flying
"...and the tips of his fingers were burnt from all of the hand rolled joints he smoked as regularly as he took his women."
I'm weaving in out of obscurity, the doxy and the lamictal combining to create a hazy smoke screen of dizziness and dimmed vision.
Is it any different than his self proclaimed "Flying" ?
Maybe.
This feeling tugs you down and holds you there until you struggle to break through the surface. It'll take hours to weave through the smoke screen and to become conscious again. The hours where you just want to sink back to the bottom because it's just so incredibly easy. It's so easy to crawl beneath the blankets and tug them over your head in an effort to become invisible. Let the drugs roar through your system.
I'm beginning my life.
I can't forget.
I'm in a drug induced coma.
Surrendered.
Flying high. Too high.
I'm weaving in out of obscurity, the doxy and the lamictal combining to create a hazy smoke screen of dizziness and dimmed vision.
Is it any different than his self proclaimed "Flying" ?
Maybe.
This feeling tugs you down and holds you there until you struggle to break through the surface. It'll take hours to weave through the smoke screen and to become conscious again. The hours where you just want to sink back to the bottom because it's just so incredibly easy. It's so easy to crawl beneath the blankets and tug them over your head in an effort to become invisible. Let the drugs roar through your system.
I'm beginning my life.
I can't forget.
I'm in a drug induced coma.
Surrendered.
Flying high. Too high.