taking a toke

I had a bad day.

One of those that

started while

I was sleeping.

Shaking hands

and a heart racing

like the horses

in the Kentucky Derby.

I kept my mind blank,

on purpose, you know.

How is it that

all the bad memories

could turn me into

jelly?

This day is odd.

Everything off.

Someone looks at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am."

It's a small lie, but that

is the answer they expect.

They don't want to know

anything, except

that everything is okay.

They don't want

to know

the bad things.

Because that makes

them uncomfortable.

The sort of

uncomfortableness

that makes you itch.

I roll, and

take a toke.

I smoke my

closest friend.

You know the one.

I forget the bad,

I float in space,

and watch that someone

stumble and fall.

Too much to drink.

I prefer nature

to help me with my

bad days.

Reviews

[MAC]

oh I do love this, the ending is exactly how I feel!

[sweetbuddha]

I know right? Thank you for reading

[MAC]

smiling...yes!!