Last night was full of dreams.
I was hitting the zero gravity.
Nothing pulled me out.
I was into deep and intimate conversation with myself.
The inner me who seldom Laughs.
Who doesnt praise but prays.
It was a cruise into the deepest hour.
I couldnt help after waking up.
lit a light and camoufladged myself.
Into the serene cloud.
I hid until i was lost. I hid until i no longer could find myself.
The best memory is no memory at all.
I put the cigarette out and drew under blanket.
I put my head under the pillow and gasped.
It was a sad story.
I could no longer bring me back from the vape.
I was lost in the drama produced by the lights.
I knew i had nothing to do except dreaming.
Nothing done and gone.
Nothing raised and solved.
Everything lucid.
Everything floating.
I waited till the sun hit my bed.
