im sitting at my laptop thinking about how high i am right now but then understand that i caaan get this point across through writing on its own and i believe should explain the fourthcoming. under this new oath the pieces come together in a pattern that the mind seeks and the body never gets. i dont know what im saying but they are coming from thinking about what i feel. in a way feels like a dream where all the sensing perspectives are skewed to become similar, one entity. it is either a yes or no. a presence or a nonexistence. obviously there is something and not nothing. if there was nothing, we wouldn't know it. a something that is continuously being lead to nothing. there is no end, there is no beginning. if we are something we are always something but now im getting lead off track. here i am just splling my thoughts- my high thoughts. poetry: Both sides of kitchen stadium are plating Bathing in hot oil Drinking the soil Some prefer to be hypnotized Miss the "real" with those eyes See what they feel inside More like a riptide Taking every stride Leading away the ones who glide Open shoulder to the sky A way you cant deny Gleams the steam All the cream Sparkles wander An appetite among her Steared stash Makin some cash The hard only lastin so long In time they belong Letting go is so hard In the end it is one or another Criss cross Pleasin the boss It only goes one way Make it the sauce You and you Know what to do