Higher Than Life

27 Sep 2009

·southern_girl

Its 4:40 and I'm higher than life. Three minutes have past and I'm still stuck. Now it's been seven minutes and I am fucked-up. I was going to study when I came home today. But that irrationality soon faded away. I did go as far as to turn the computer on. But then I started thinking about wanting a bong. And when I opened the drawer to my desk, Sitting there was basically a blank check. It was calling to me like a cold beer on a hot night. Its 5:50 and I'm still higher than life.

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southern_girl

I'm not really a writer but I try. Mostly when I write, the words come out in music to me if that makes any sense. Lately, writing poems has been like therapy for me. But like I said, I'm not really a writer, but I try.

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