Should I Stay

The moon shines in from the window
Softly covering your face
Oh can I look
Can I gaze
These words remain underneath my tongue
My thoughts remain thoughts
But my eyes wander
I long to meet you
I long to hear you enunciate those words
As you move in closer I feel your sweet breath
I feel your shake and your beat
This is not so vivid anymore
but let go
lose your mind
this sanity is not sane
swim with emotion
breathe with purpose
I am around
but i am lost
arouse my thoughts
keep me insane
keep me here

Those words I cannot erase

I never know how to begin writing something. It's always the hardest part of whatever I'm writing about, so I'll just go out and say it. I am not going to smoke anymore weed for a month. That's my goal. I might fail but I might do it and even go longer than a month. I need a tolerance break. I need a job. I need a good sleeping schedule for school. I need to be responsible. I still love weed, and it by no means does it make me irresponsible, however, America does not love weed, and most jobs require drug testing. Fair enough. This is my goodbye to weed... that is for now.


We will party soon my friend.