I think I understand now, something I couldn’t quite understand before as I sit at my desk and stare out the window and into the ever darkening, blue sky, twirling a joint between my fingers. The weed is an addiction of the mind. I’d asked many smokers before if they thought they were addicted and […]
We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?