the wind blows
& so does the smoke from the ground rolled up,
it keeps me grounded.
am i searching for a high above the highs
or a heaven in this hell?
as i inhale the paranoia & the bliss of being anything but sober,
i allow myself to let go..
-
letting go of all the things that i wonder about
that keeps me wandering at night;
i get lost in my thoughts.
i get lost in my world,
in myself
& i forget to live.
i forget that life still goes on
regardless of if i am moving at a pace to keep up or if i am stuck.
it wishes me good luck
like “good luck”
but does it wish me the best?