My experience with some spices
I lifted a crutch and stayed quiet. The smoke was steering in different directions. Lines of pearly white crystals were racked as I grew heavily on pallor. I knew I was me because I couldn’t be anybody else but I felt as if I were a spectator in a ridiculous charade of shady connections. If I just pop my head further down and maybe search for a playlist on my phone it will get bored and move on but that only exasperated demons. Can I slip a word in? Did I just think that or did I say it? Wait, now there’s a guy watching me from afar. I don’t know his name but I know his face. Is he me? Who is me anyway? I’m me. Now something’s flickering erratically but soft and stimulating. A wave of realization hits the shores of doubt but it’s not enough to crash. Regaining senses. I’m where I am. How long did I spend…never mind. Actually forget this whole thing. I’m back now. Fuck I need a drink.
