as i take another hit
the world becomes clearer
helping me understand
why everyone is so cold
look around as the car passes through quiet neighborhoods
oblivious to us 3 passers by
spinning around and becoming pointless when all that matters is your body
and the present, not the past
turn on the music and drift into blue october
as the words make more sense than ever
you scream them out loud so everyone can hear
your legs and arms feel like noodles and you sink into the backseat
letting your body just float wherever it chooses to be
turn to your best friend beside you
as she hands you the bowl
take another hit as the heavenly smoke enters your lungs
feel it go through your throat and feel the tingle of it inside your nose as you blow it out
talk about random things
you didn't even know you were thinking about
surrounded by friends who you love
and shun the ones who you don't
for they don't get any of our amazing little leaves
that we won't share with anyone else but ourselves
because those people don't deserve to feel this good
dedicated to my new friends Adam, Dawn, Boo and Sam <333333333333333333
i love you guys ^_^
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what dew ya think?
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The best way to bond with new friends is getting baked, it connects you to them in a very unique, powerful way. Pot is simply amazing, and this poem is as well. It's unncanny how I relate to it so easily, especially that line about Blue October.

