HIGH (Orignally posted January 11, 2007)

got me high off contact, wondering what the feelin'll be, if i get a little closer, take a puff. just one. mind's clouded, mixed up blessing with curse, r u coming to stay, or just for the night? Seems like a different kinda vibe that's uninterpretted yet clearly understood. No need for words to mess up this, this, this, thing. Fingertips aching for the moment to express, lips trembling waiting for write moment to speak, speech slurred and fumbling on words. It's too heavy for I alone to carry. It can't be real if I'm the only one who knows. For imaginations in my head can lead to a wrong conclusion. Which is why I stay away from the billowing of smoke, I'm just high off contact, not willing to b close.