Four twenty
I inhale so that my mind may finally feel empty
Impossible, so many memories circulate, plenty
Waiting for it to kick in while I indulge on spaghetti
A quick sip of henny
It starts to kick in and I feel super friendly
My thoughts hit deeper, and my heart feels heavy
I lay down, I dive inwards, gently
I am always ready
But when I am on a higher ground
I always feel more steady
Poetry & Self-Awareness 