getting high

Meandering through the thoughts
wisps of smoke from smouldering tobacco
formless just like the smoke
has this life been
as i walk through the moments
revisiting them again
enshrined, entombed in past
in some culvert of my mind
i see the chaos that has ruled
i see the agony that has drained me
I see the hurt i have inflicted
on to myself
again and again
without any fail
life seems like a house of horrors
It is like getting high on pot
but not knowing what to do with it


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~asto' ma sat gamaya