epiphany after contradiction after paradox.

some sort of addiction of the lungs has beheld our consciouses;
through out which every single lie you tell yourself everyday, is just as it is said.

weed is different than any other drug, in the sense that it is in fact not a drug-
it is a love you form after a certain amount of time spent in beholding it- whether it's in
your lungs, feelings, mind, hands.
you feel affection, warmth, desire- all towards a plant, a smoke in your lungs, a feeling above all else.




and this is why i'm quiting.