the first time i got high i thought to myself “this is what has been missing,this is the missing puzzle piece inside of me. this is what life is supposed to feel like. this endless laughter and feeling that the good times will never endis what i’m supposed to be feeling. “my life when from back and white to full blown color when i got highand i can never give that up. 

words flow out of me as blood would fall from a wound. for my poetry is the aftermath and healing from what life has done to meand the wounds it has caused me.