not the greatest. i was bummed and out of weed so i wrote this, dragging her feet along the ground eyes fluttering shut the cloud of smoke wafting around her head innumerable hallucinations dancing through her sight her abstract heart flutters she falls slowly crumbling collapsing into a ragged heap of limbs and ashen clothes the smoke induced dreams start yet once again hands of ice grip her mind constricting all reason and purpose sweating profusely the chemical induced endorphins streaming through her blood can be felt slinking, intermingling amongst her veins lethargically her pulse returning to normal images of a good life screeching to a halt searching, scrambling, for any excuse her eyes glittering mosaics franticly seek a reason to convince herself to do it again.