Breathe In.

A Poem by Aryan J

The intimacy of being with someone who calms the storm that rages inside you.

The embers of our joint fall on the ground providing light to our dark room and our even darker desires.
The song playing for our trip to nothingness seems to calm the ghosts that we carry on our shoulders and the ones that we calm through the smoke we inhale.
Your eyes looked different than before, but there was nothing i enjoyed more than looking at them.
I wish we were stuck in this loop, of you holding my hand with one and smoking a joint with another.
I wish this joint never ends, because i see you in marijuana smoke and the dreams i have after it.