It´s just one of those nights, those nights that cannot be slept away, those nights that leave you with no place to go, those nights that you spend with the company of your intrusive thoughts , with memories that come and go with a painful sting.
There I was, lying on my bed looking at the ceiling as if waiting to get tired, with my eyes half closed at the continuos beam of light that shines through the half closed window from a street light outside. Smoking what seems to be weed but could perfectly be lawn grass that some asshole sold me under a bridge for a stupid price this evening, I sincerely would not be able to notice the difference,even less at the state that I´m in now, as I usually have more than enough satisfaction with the old reliable “forget juices” and rarely resort to weed to weaken myself further. But today asked for stronger effects ,as those thoughts would never drift away.