
Drugs.
Mind-Altering, Escape, Adrenaline.
Fulfilling, Meaning, Heart-Beating.
Dancing, Hoping, Third Eye Forming.
Crying, Laughing, Running, Jumping.
Acid, Cocaine, Weed, Ketamine, Xanx.
Addicting, Exhilarating, Debating if this
is what I need to feel free, let me be.
Hallucinating, creating my own story.
Painting the open field in blurry colors
that speak to you and I. Creating.
Creating memories I will never forget.
Creating my third eye. Creating a goodbye.
Creating hope, friendships, and the night sky.
Peace. Love. Unity. Respect.
I am at peace with the world of war.
I am in love with everything I hate.
I feel unity between him and I,
you and her, and you and I.
I give nothing but respect,
As I expect nothing less.
Drugs,
nothing else could make me feel like this.
I promise I won't stop until you
sit with me and take each hook from my body.
I want to feel this way all the time.
About the Creator
Michele Hastings
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