I’ve seen it in the people around me. I saw it in myself. I guess that’s why I’m so passionate about it. Weed is a way to escape, that’s why people smoke in the first place. You get used to a certain level of disconnectedness from life. But that’s not really living.

Living does not mean waiting. Waiting for the next time you can make everything unreal again. And somehow the unreal becomes more real than reality.

He survived his days by





Blunt after Blunt


Until the smoke filled

His body

His mind

His soul

His existence


Smoke has the tendency to make one’s eyes red.

But no one told him it can dim the shine in them,


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