Into Nothing

by littlesarahbigworld

I remember when I first started to smoke weed, when I was still a kid with my friends and all we had was a pop can and somebody’s basement and the whole afternoon, or it was Friday night and Sam already had his driver’s license, and a big part of it was trying to describe to ourselves what it felt like to be high. And I remember settling on “it’s like I’m waking up each new moment for the first time, like I’m waking up and realizing everything, but I can’t hold on to it, and then I wake up again the next moment but it’s different and I’m somewhere else.”

But now I think maybe it wasn’t the feeling of being stoned. Maybe that’s just how Life feels.

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