I'm tingly and numb
My limbs like jello
My mind is buzzed
Making me feel mello
My worries smoked out
Like bugs in a house
Turning my worries small
Like a tiny little mouse
Why must my brain hate me?
Why must I be altered?
Picking up my oil filled pen
For once I do not faulter
As I breathe in the calm
And exhale the smoke
Finally feeling like I can breathe
As I begin to choke
Why can't my brain fix itself?
Relying on altered intuition
In a divine, numbing haze
My peaceful inhibition
~SJ~