Legalize Me.
Puff
Every shackle gripping my mind, drops
The past burns its present and flees
The future drops its copper rusted jagged knife
The present kneels at my feet.
The clouds creep through my throat
Up. Towards my mind.
Sneaking up on ideologies They had built.
A massacre.
A massacre opens the gates of freedom
Freedom to think. Freedom to breath. Freedom to,
Puff.
Oxygen abandons its warden duties
And runs to the skies.
Time refuses to move until I learn the lesson of the second.
Windows shut so I can see the blind.
I see freedom.
Freedom to think. Freedom to breath. Freedom to,
Puff.
*I’m pretty sure this post will give my mother a heart attack, so before it does, is this really about drugs?
Peace_Love_Light,
Adelle
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first of all, i thought i was on drugs coz i thought i saw ur blog snowing, hahaha. it really is snowing, thats SOOOOO cool!!!
Lastly, beautiful writing as usual, i usually end up reading it out aloud just so i can hear exactly how it sounds!
ok me too thought I’m stoned coz of the tu snow hahahahahahhahahah perfect!
You amaze me adelle!