Sunday, June 30, 2013


I live my life in a cloud of smoke

Not cigarette smoke

Not figurative smoke

The cloud of smoke I live in is


And hypnotizing

It’s like I become ONE with it

& I pretty much am….

ONE with it

I mean…. I let it enter

Blow it back out

I take what I need from each hit

Timing it just right

Just long enough to use it

Use it like the voice I speak with

Use it like this pen in my hand

My cloud takes me to places most only dream of

Not places like deserted islands or distant moons

But places like contentment. Understanding. Acceptance.

I tour though feelings and thoughts

A literal vacation

With no obligation

Of staying….

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