maryjane and haydenbrown.
I like to get high
So high I see in five dimensional shapes.
So high I have reds in my eyes, fire ablaze, dilating my pupils.
So high I have cottonmouth, can’t feel the blood gushing out my lips from my teeth, which have dug so far into the skin that it’s breaking my tissue.
So high I can’t tell my actions from my mistakes.
So high my feet feel like bricks and my head like a ton.
So high that a minute feels like a day and an hour feels like a year.
So high I forget how to breathe.