marijuana
it frees my mind. it’s like the lock has been broken, and the cage has been lifted; my eyes suddenly absorb that which lies beyond the horizon. ordinary actions although, become a struggle at times, yet, swimming in the ocean of my observation, i do the mundane with ease. there is an evokation of unity happening in my peripheral, and so i jot down what i see, hear, taste, touch, smell and feel with immense care, making sure not to miss even the smallest detail, for i know that a blank page does no satisfy the writer either. as for the herb of emancipation, it is more than a doorway to the truth; it is a part of the truth.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.