The Day Before

I'm missing you
the stars
the moon
the faint sky
i breathe you
desperate
i want to
kiss your mouth
and not care
about the distance
my compass
i'll find me one
i'll get there
beside you
my haven
the heaven of a
heart - sunken
somewhere a
familiar spot a
lovely eden

My point is... my heart is torn knowing that when i close my eyes to sleep, my beloved awakes to see a new sun... the sun i saw this morning.

High Times

Mary Jane. Oh, MJ. My hands are shaking. Your high is a little higher than I thought. It makes me shiver. Speedball. The taste's a Ganja. The heavens open up and I am confused... has it given me wings? Now, I feel like I am flying. Flying above the highest cloud, but dragging myself down to the bottom. I swim in the unfathomable ocean of wonders and lovely thoughts.

I cry because my girl is with you. She flows in your system. She's taken over you. Her strength is more supreme than my love. And my love... you refuse to feel now.

Anytime, you hurt me. Everytime, you say you're sorry. I am dreamy... faraway...wistful. Call 911. This pickle. This hurt. It's too real. Oh, Mary Jane! What have you done Love?

Moony-Moony

I wonder how love becomes hurt and why love becomes the remedy of hurt itself.

Privacy. Space. These two can kill me. I hate silence. I hate not knowing. I hate that nothingness... but I respect individuality.

I cannot elaborate more on what's eating me now. The world seems to love gnawing at me. It savors my weakness. It explores my limitation....

I stop writing now. I took a pill. Its shape is irregular. The dosage given - a ton of understanding.