Hey you! The one scissor-mulling another cone. The one searching on the couch for a fallen nug. The one ticking a din til payday. The one smoking clouds to deal with the fog inside the mind. The one sculpting smoke rings with finesse. The one lost in the labyrinth of late-night munchies. The one crafting makeshift art from rolling papers. The one engrossed in deep conversations with imaginary friends. The one mesmerized by psychedelic visuals on a screen. The one pondering the meaning of life between puffs. Yes! You! The one embarking on philosophical journeys with Mary Jane as guide. The one giggling uncontrollably at mundane observations. The one finding solace in the gentle caress of a joint. The one strumming a guitar with fingers tinged green. The one exploring the cosmos through closed eyelids. The one concocting culinary creations in a haze of creativity. The one cuddled up with a furry friend, sharing silent understanding. The one marveling at the intricate patterns of nature's design through bloodshot eyes. The one delving into the depths of introspection, seeking clarity amidst the haze. The one releasing demons with every exhale. The one finding solace in the embrace of music, letting lyrics wash over the turmoil within. The one engaging in mindful meditation, using smoke as a conduit to silence the chaos within. The one seeking refuge in creative expression, painting canvases with hues of healing smoke. The one conducting philosophical debates with household objects, convinced they hold the key to enlightenment. The one crafting intricate conspiracy theories, connecting unrelated events with the conviction of a seasoned detective, fueled by a cloud of paranoia-inducing smoke. I hope you hear me when I say put down the bong.
I hope you hear when I say cbd band-aids but THC (talk homie,conversate) heals. I hope you understand how much of life exists outside the one inside your clouded mind. I hope you see the light that exists within in and the darkness that exists without out. I hope you can start to distance yourself from the toxic relationship with Mary and start a healthy one with Hope. I hope you can feel your lungs decompress and your throat becomes clear. I hope the head stops hurting and the heart starts healing. I hope you can breathe a little lighter today. I hope you hear me when I say sit in a circle and pass around stories instead of a joint.
Exchange ideas and dreams over a cup of tea instead of smoke, foster genuine connections that ignite inspiration. Voice the feelings, not numb the pain. Get a coffee, not a din. Sit with the homies and meditate, not medicate. Soar towards the clouds but don’t become them. Float amongst the abyss but don’t lose yourself in it! Immerse yourself in nature externally not internally. Escape the confines of your room and explore the world around you. Smoke aliens on Halo, don’t smoke til you become an alien. I honestly have lost my train of thought on this piece but I think you get the idea. Please see life for life and not as a thing you must escape from. If you smoke cause you like the peacefulness then smoke but if its a band-aid then please put down the bong and look within.
Please look within and you’ll soon see why you no longer require Mary Jane to guide you through life. You guide you through life and the sooner you realize this the sooner you’ll live a more fulfilled existence.