This is what I feel.....Breathe....

So, here I sit. My head feels as if it is expanding. My heart beat is rythmic, slow and deep, I can feel it pulsate throught my entire body. Every now and again I feel a flutter, my heart speeds up, A rush of adrenaline, quick, quick, quicker, my breathing heavy, I feel a slight sense of panic, nothing to un-nerve me, but enough to make me aware, aware of my mortality, aware of the blood flowing through my veins, aware of my very being. And as soon as it appears, it subsides, easing, easing, breathe.....peace, peacfull, breathe deeply. Stretch out my fingers and toes, feel my whole body tingling, every hair on my scalp feels charged, every nerve ending feels electric, breathe.......
I lie back and I feel engulfed, as if a wave is washing over my body, cleansing me, all my fears, all my worries, all my insecurites, slowly evaporate. I feel alive, I can see, I can feel, I am strong. Confusion, haze, void, suddenly crystal clear, I have the answers, I feel complete. Breathe....
A long forgetten memory is suddenly brought back to life, vivid within my mind, I can feel the cold, I can smell the pine, the forest is alive withing me, I start to laugh, a picture from 15 years ago playing in high definition within my head, I start to giggle, my body starts to quiver, I let out an uncontrolable, deep, bone shaking laugh, the tears are rolling down my cheeks, I can touch people and feel people that I havent seen for over a decade, their love warms my soul. Breathe....
I take 2 skins, I gentley lick a 1/4 of one, and place them carefully together, making sure that both are alligned, precisely, the symmetry feels important to me. I take a small pinch of rolling tobacco, and tease it out along the papers, pulling the strands down the length of the spliff. I reach for the little polythene bag, within, sits an eigth of fragrant, dank, Jamaican bud. I open the bag and the aroma fills my senses, I breathe.....deeply.
I pluck a few buds off the stalk, and slowly, rhythmically, grind the herb. I open the grinder, as the smell over powers me, I wait for a brief moment and just breathe...
I gently rub the bud between my fingers, and it falls evenly along the length of my spliff. I coax it into a funnel shape, and delicately fold the middle section over, before rolling a perfect cone shaped smoke. I run my tounge along the length of the paper and fold it over. I admire my work, how the roach end runs smooth and straight up to the big, fat, beautiful, full, rounded end. I take a match, and gently poke the stray strands of tocacco back into the top of the spliff, and lick my fingers before taking the end and twisting it. I use the match to pluck out the frayed, fragments of tobacco escaping from the roach end, and tear a small piece of card. I lick the ends of my fingers again and I roll the card into a tight, little, roach. The paper feels so good rolling backwards and forwards beneath my fingers. I twist and turn the roach and ease it into the end of my spliff.
I hold it up before my eyes, I run my fingers along the length of the shaft, straightening it out. I place it gently between my parted lips. I pick up my zippo and the fumes fill the air as I flick open the lid. I see the flame, and am taken aback for a moment by its beauty, I bring it closer and closer to the end of my spliff, as I anicipate that very first pull, smoke diving down, deep into my lungs and flooding my senses. I light my spliff, then I sit back, and I breathe.......

 

Writing that musta been a buzzkill

 

That's lovely. That's how I feel right now. I have smoked about 6 bongloads and a couple of blunts and ate about 40mg of hydrocodone and drank about 15 beers. I am about to go smoke a bowl to myself and drink some more 211's. A wonderful night and eggzakly how you describe it.

BTW, good to see you in the MJ forums for a change. It's not the same without you.

 

lol i dont know if its just me being baked or what but that all sounded really sexual in my head lol

 

/\ yeah, it sounds like shes describing the setting and circumstances of an orgasm



granted... im way too out of it to read that whole thing

 

haha just the last part with the shaft and the parted lips got sexual for me.


that was a beautiful poem, or story!

so many different images and movies flashed through my mind, through your words!

 

I run my fingers along the length of the shaft, straightening it out. I place it gently between my parted lips

yes, yes, very sexual......very stoned.....

very nice poem/story thingy indeed


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