unspoken

Does anyone else write when they're buzzed/drunk or is that just me?

woozy and light 

 

I feel like feathers  

 

I am soft to the touch and carry and aroma that’s distinctly unique  

 

I am me  

 

Myself  

 

And nobody else  

 

I stare at chlorophyll stained gra*s and cry at sad movies  

 

I like eating asparagus and observe the deep wrinkles found in my own skin 

 

I shake more than most but also smile more than most 

 

While I remind myself to listen to every bird chirp and breeze  

 

Acknowledgement that life passes much too quickly extends those moments, almost in a slow motion.  

 

Some say its called idleness, I say its called awareness  

 

Pleasure is what distinguishes you from the sorry, rude person in the cubicle in front of yours.  

 

Awareness of breath, self and exterior is the key that ancient civilizations have held for millions of years.  

 

All you had to do was ask.  

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

i probably need to stop writing drunk lolol .also, its been a while since ive written.ill probably add on to this when i have time though (MAYBE)