My high

One puff

inhale it 

smoke it

roll it

light it up.

the chronic

hitting like

a wave of numbness.

the world

happier

calmer

nicer 

than before.

the warmth 

of a fire

burning my skin.

each snowflake

falling from the dreary sky

melting from 

the heat'that wafts off of me.

disoriented...

slurred...

i feel

nothing...

i am nothing...

just a being 

a small being 

in such a big world of chaos 

and misery

but for that one hit

the inhale 

it can disappear

even for just a moment...

the world can be mine.