Symbolism Poem.


These lights don’t look the way they normally look.
Now you think you can hear the world better than you ever did before.
You were down there, but now your on a whole separate level.
It looks so bright outwards.
Colors, hue’s, shapes.
This feeling that apparently no one can steal.
No, its okay. you have the higher power.
I’m high, I’m higher than you are.
It wouldn’t really be of any importance if  it all ended now.
Its so perfect.
It’s so perfect I have forgotten all of my problems, I don’t even remember my own name
It feels pretty perfect.
The lights are way darker now.
I wonder why people have asked me to find god and stop doing these drugs, and clean up my life, and try to create a future.
They say god can save me,
I am god.
I am safe, from the truth.
That’s good enough for me