Fog enters my lungs, Enters my mind, Leaves my mouth and fills the air around me. Fog stays in my brain, Stays in my cells, Slowing my days. Fog takes away the sadness, Takes away the anxiety, Kills the stress. Fuck fog. I need clarity.
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A Problem
Maybe just with friends Almost never on my own Rarely ever on a work night I need it to relax Just started taking it everyday Using it as a medicine is OK Always needing a bit more Nothing is quite the same And now I have a problem
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Mary Jane’s Last Dance
I sit here, under motivated, after another night of over consuming high THC cannabis. I was alone, so I didn’t enjoy the high. The amount that I had made me worried about my mortality and the mortality of those around me. Marijuana makes me way more emotional, even when I’m not on it. I become…
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Dancing With Mary Jane – Part 12 of Through the Gates
Joey is driving out of the city, out of the suburbs, and into the country. He lights up a joint, takes a couple of puffs and hands it to me. While I’m vehemently against smoking and driving, I do have a very good and longstanding relationship with marijuana. While I don’t want to encourage Joey’s…
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Share the Love – Chapter 10
We’re running. I’ve sped up and Stain has slowed down. We’re sober. The pathway starts moving closer to the river, through the trees, and away from the road. This is good for us, no cops. We slow down to a walking pace. Just up ahead, we see inukshuks built up using river rocks. The water…
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