Mary

Staring blankley into the vast afar, 
Tunning into the world of colored mirages. 
Desolating myself between reality & dreams 
While feeling the smoke smooth by my face. 
The sweet smell blooms as I caress my lips 
Gently on the rolled paper. 
Feeling the exhilaration pump through my body
As I begin to hear each miniscule of a sound
Around me. 
Dazing about through enchanting nothingness, 
Smiling as if nothing in the world is wrong. 
Not being able to help myself but to laugh, 
Taking in each moment as the best. 
Filtering the magic from mouth to lungs, 
Not caring of there being a tomorrow. 
Dancing in my mind, in tune with the world. 
Toking the very sensation.