Last night I had two glasses of wine, and I never weed and wine, so I went to bed remarkably sober. As I laid there, I attempted a short meditation, unassisted by weed. Some would call this praying, so I suppose that’s what I did. As with any call for assistance, I asked for some…
Category: love
The Memory of a Heartbreak
The winds that usher in the next season met my tear stained cheeks with the smack of chilling reality. My body aches from your sweet sting, the one that brought me to my knees. The trails of exploration that traipse across my body still shimmer with the memory of your touch. Yet my heart hangs…
The Sentimental Stoner 