i get high on you. so literally. when i was with you we’d both get stoned out our heads and i’d fall deeper in love with you. i’d sometimes hallucinate and thought i saw three iterations of us. you know, like in previous lives, we’d been able to find each other before?
i thought you were number 3. we made 5 + 1 promises to each other totaling six. i told myself that 6 was our magic number. that at 6 we’d finally become one soul. i’d get so high i thought i saw the face of god shine down on us.
you didnt believe any of it, but i know what i saw and i know what i felt.
here i am three months later smoking more and more listening for your call. trying desperately to hear your voice calling my name, to see your body standing in fornt of me. i smoke so much i see your face and i lost it. i miss you so badly.