The best thing about being high
is that you forget about being tired
you forget the fight you had
with your best friend.
You forget the instincts you were born with
the ones that made you flawed
you smile more.
You feel better.
Everything is so intense.
My hair is silk.
The colors in the eyes of the boy
across from me are so vividly gray-blue.
My taste buds sing to the glory of a cherry flavored Halls cough drop.
The noises in this room are clear
and those outside this room are obvious.
The air smells so uninhibited.
Nothing can bring you down.