Magic
Relaxin with old time friends in that oh so familar livin room. Sippin down apple flavored bliss, smoking peace with ease; feeling free. Taking a journey into the forest finding the magic that lies there. Pressure on the head, pupils big, nice to the touch. Layin on the bed with people so close, starin at the poster that I have seen a 1,000 times looks new, looks fascinating. How does it do that? Body resists, chew on the childhood friend. Teeth dig in and the plastic comes off. It becomes a necessity. Ridin feels like your flyin, lights feel good, eyes never felt anything like it. Taking pictures, looks distorted. New room, look at the ceiling. The neon colors make a swirl, cant stop staring. The crystal scorpion gives us laughter. Going into Wawa, felt so uncomfortable being in public. Feel like you dont belong, everythin confuses and wonders the mind. Feelings of bliss came through out the night, due to the magic.