Indistinct Sins

The dark of the night is my sanctuary. Where sight lasts only right in front of me. If I close my eyes, a smile forms on my lips and smoke curls out from underneath them. The joint in my hand waits patiently to burn it’s light, while I hang my head out the window, laughing, laughing. Can you be here with me, during my good times? I’d like that. The steering wheel is my anchor, keeping my body grounded while I lose my mind cross country. There’s no place for butterflies when your tummy is too full of drugs, so fill me up and don’t apologize. If I cry, it’s only in anticipation of the light that is to overtake us: nothing to be scared of. I open my arms for you and wake up, staring at the road we’ve traveled, and the place we’ve not yet left.