A meeting is in order
I light up with my eyes closed, brief sounds
Of the lighter being sparked, my lips making a smacking sound
And the sounds of the paper being burned down slowly,
Just me and my weed,
A silence conversation...it seems to know me
Though we do not talk often because she's so frowned upon
When we do talk, we talk for only a few minutes
But I seem to feel so relaxed when we're finished,
The stress of my face-paced world has briefly ended
Television programs seemed to be easier to understand
Music has deeper meaning
Isnt this what is described as bliss or am I wrong?
A brief conversation turned into a brief moment of inhalization
A brief moment of waiting
Exhale what has been waiting
Then relaxation
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