Clouds of smoke toke until you choke, heart slows palms sweat, eyes start to glaze as a warm smile washes over you. Knowing the sensation of this high you feel washing away all your pains. Out of te haze comes a dream of a happiness you can't quite explain. A wonderful Weedstorm passing through your lungs filling them with it's sweet sent making everything clearer and seem much nearer. Oh the days to get high once more before running out the door. The paranoia seeping in twisting your brain making you see things. Oh what a wonderful Weedstorm you are hitting my lungs making things feel okay.
I read it but I can't necessarily agree because I've never been high so I wouldn't know that feeling lol