Sativa Dreams

I exhaled to expel thick clouds of burning twigs, as i raised my cup and took a swig. Sitting in the crib gone with the wind, in transit staring at my eye lids. Drifting but driven and determined to solve the who what whens, wheres and whys. instead i visualized, the irony in the rheteric from these self help lines. i exchange this gift of gab with me myself and i. failing to understand where i fit in i let the ball drop, for in my attempt to make sense of this puzzle i ventured outside the box. So just like the coo coo in the clock, into the rabbit hole went the fox, to seek the answers my future self forgot. That place im still in [a (maze). I (meant)] im still in this phase, where wounds never heal but memories fade. Everything is black and white, [like] twlight zone episodes from way back in the days. At a time when i had friends, although its hard to say exactly when it happened. One day i just decided to separate the plastics in my trash bin. Now those that i once held close are absent. Under my breathe i exhale and the smoke spells 'oh well' as i take my last hit from the spliff and ash it, i hope they fare well.