what i wrote while i was high

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(this is three different notes i made while i was high three different times and almost nothing makes sense. the first two i was REALLY high and the last one i was just normal high. i'm pasting them here word for word.)

she is green so many leaves
spanish moss stretching into forever
the universe isnt white
its so many different beautiful colors
that may seem obvious but trust me someone  wont get it i'm sure
everything floats like a river except it hurts at the end
the memories in the lobby of the library are more important than the ones on the porch
green and orange i saw them

creator of noggin is me in a past life. i saw it. checkered boxes like chess
i wish we could forever together
everything is connected
the universe is infinite
infinite timelines
i saw it
it looks like dont hug me im scared
the universe looks like dont hug me im
scared
space and checkered roads
infinitely stretching
even higher than the thought of making car
is this poetry
oh god so dizzy
make it stop
half an hour feels like so long
he can fix it
desperation
please fix it
my eyes sting with dryness and tears
i cant even feel enough to remember what i was talking about

there are two different kinds of people, some people were born wanderers and some were born to stay. my belief is that you cant change your fate no matter what conditions you are born into. some people are stayers and get born into stable conditions, just like some wanderers are born into unstable conditions. unstable isnt always a negative thing by the way. those people are lucky. my older sister is a stayer, and was born into an awful life. shes been through hell, and in the end she became what society thinks is successful. shes got a big house and a husband and kids and doesnt plan on ever leaving because its always been her dream. i was also born into something terrible. i know im supposed to take inspiration from her story but i dont want to "come out on top" i want to get lost forever i want to be fired i want to get into fights and get fleas and go through all the wonderfully awful things that make life worth living. i never wanna settle down.

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