I’m on a THC induced high in compilation with a dream high. An answer high. As I said, I’m all emotions. It won’t be like that soon. I will have to start making moves. It’s all for a purpose. Funny things happen when you nourish your EndoCannabinoid system with a plant. When you allow yourself to ground with the earth through just one breath. In now way am I condoning drug use, then again it’s a drug to me. It’s just my way of fighting my demons. It opens my creativity. It allows me to feel a norm in a society where I’m a tide moving.
I mean we see it all throughout history. Used in medicines. Literal medicines. THC remember that’s what we are talking about 😉
So as I think sometimes I realize that when I’m “feeling” someone a lot of times I use tools to place in front of them. I don’t do this to them how to live their lives. I do it to hopefully help from afar. Every time I mention this quality or say it out loud. I feel more crazy than ever, or am I?
That’s what I’m doing ladies when I send you a song in the morning. I’m hoping on the off chance you open that song you’re feeling what I am trying to say to you. Hopefully, you’re dancing like you never have before. Know that I am dancing right along side of you. I’m trying to send you a certain feeling. I’m setting an intention.
In turn, I’m helping myself. As I feel every feeling. As I say every emotion. As my tide is turning and never stagnant. My water is trying to control my flow. My soul doesn’t have taps controlling whether I’m hot or cold. I have to control it. When I don’t control it, am I Bipolar? Am I HOT when I’m manic and COLD when I’m depressed? I don’t know and that is what I am trying to figure out. That I am writing this blog. This is why I’m doing all this crazy. This is my purpose.
The high brain is a funny thing. Like one moment I don’t know who is talking to you trying to find an answer in life and now Slightly Stoopid comes on and the next thing you know you’re in Jamaica smoking a joint of your life dancing on some beach.
In your head it’s your own silent disco
(****whistling****) Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
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