Euphoria

That slight buzz is not enough. Pass it around again. Pack it tighter. Anything. I need this temporary escape. The euphoria that repeatedly takes away my pain. The familiarity of it all. As I exhale it's as if my pain is going up in smoke. My body, mind, and soul relax and I'm left alone. With just my thoughts. Going over the day. Everything that happened. As I take each hit; I can feel myself slipping away faster and faster. Until I'm there. My own lethargic coma. Stress; lifted away. My zen state of being begins and I feel complete. It's not an addiction, it just helps. You don't agree? I don't care. It's my life, my decision, and I happen to think that it's a great one. So pass it the pipe to me and let me take myself away to my own, personal Cloud Nine.