It's medicinal.
For my pains.
But,
Seriously,
The unicorns are out tonight.
There is fairy dust dripping from their horns.
Ha, ha ha. It tickles.
What did you say?
Am I flying?
Yes. Really high.
Wheeeeee!
Is it an innocent plant?
Can I fly?
It's legal. Medicinal. Not everywhere though, not yet.
What about the people 'inprishoned', imprisoned, ha ha, for selling or smoking what is now medicinal and legal?
Do we still lock us up for getting high on medicine?
Poor things! So unfair.
They suffered, so we can be free.
Song as old as time.
Beauty and the beast.
We should revisit the tale.
Revisit our souls.
Are we meant to be judge, jury and
Executioner?
I will think more on this when I land back
On the ground
And I am not soaring above the clouds
Catching the birds
Flying by
And smiling
Can birds smile?
When did it get to be today?
My head hurts a little, I think
I'm on a high
Touching the sky
I feel no pain, I think
I'm gonna take a nap now
See you all later.
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About the Creator
Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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