Siting in the dark on a deck on a cold night, breathing in and out the fresh air. A glass of orange juice to my right, my joint in the left, the cold air against my skin, while I listen to my music. The feeling of the weed, calming my nerves for the stressful week I had, as I wonder though my thoughts.
As I wonder, I ponder on the fact that I have to come to terms with who people truly are. The fact that I have to deal with it or lose it all. The fact that things will never be the same ever again.
I take a puff of my joint, holding my breath for a few moments, then breath out a sigh watching as the smoke disappear, as i fear that I may lose it all.