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I need smoke

“you outchea flying high… go head fly that thing high… high”

When I’m high, I feel
When I’m high, I smile
not because I’m happy.
When I’m high, I laugh
When I’m high, I talk
not because I’m happy.

Being high redefines life,
it kinda loosens the knife.
I can let go without excuses,
I try so hard not to misuse.
But it has me in it’s jaws.
One more puff-puff-pass and I’m swallowed.
Sounds crap but I don’t care.
I don’t even mind the stare.

When I’m high, I fly.
Follow me and my broken lead and we can take the sky.
Need smoke?

My Window

Look deep into my eyes, can you not see my hurt and pain?

My eyes begging you to love me, so scared and tearful.

My eyes wonder around my surroundings, looking for objects of destruction to get rid of the pain buried inside, and use the outside pain to numb the inside pain.

They say the eyes are the windows to someone soul, is that true?

Is my window dark and empty? does my eyes reflect that?

That is how my heart and soul feels, dark, sad and empty.

My eyes will tell the truth to you while my lips lie but can you see it my eyes?

My eyes seem to have lost the twinkle that once surrounded them as they have been replaced by sorrow and tears.

My eyes look at you, pleading you to understand and begging your forgiveness, as I dare not say it out loud so I use my silent way of talking.

People don’t understand the hurt , sorrow and emptiness that my eyes hide from the world.

My body might lie but the truth lies deep inside my eyes and my soul, buried like Pandora’s box, waiting in the gloomy darkness to be discovered and opened.