DMT (NaPoWriMo #3)

After 3 hits

I was shattered

I felt my pieces fly away from my core

I was nothingness

giggling like a schoolchild

for 8 minutes.

About 9 minutes in

my pieces came back

rearranged

I felt a new body

a new mind

a new spirit

It was 2 o’clock

early morning

and the weight I never knew I had

never came back down

with the rest of me.

The world is a beautiful place

I am in control

I embody love

I think healthily

After 3 hits

I was fixed

Oak St. Junkies

I sit near the window by the Oak Street junkies.

The type who burn bridges in their crack pipes.

The type who illuminate their lives with the sparks of their lighters

The type who stand their ground against going anywhere.

I’ve seen rock bottom.

I’ve seen rock bottom and rock bottom is the bottom of a bag of rock

the bag of rock which you used up your week’s pay buying

the bag of rock which you used up your life cherishing.

They can sit here, I’ll listen to them.

Talking about “Molly” as if anyone will give a fuck about her in 20 years.

They can sit here and measure their own worth in green grams.

I can sit here and know there is more to life than brain-dead memories.

But still understand that there is more to a man than his decisions.