"I’m a martyr but not a saint. Love is my only faith."

"I’m a martyr but not a saint. Love is my only faith."

Star-crossed lovers.

Star-crossed lovers.

I miss my sister. I miss sipping budlight from a bottle and watching the love drip from her lips.

I miss my sister. I miss sipping budlight from a bottle and watching the love drip from her lips.

We are the weapons of mass destruction. It is so frightening to constantly seek and want so much of what has been so horrible to you—life.

We are the weapons of mass destruction. It is so frightening to constantly seek and want so much of what has been so horrible to you—life.

Is your heart in the right place?

Is your heart in the right place?

The seams in my jeans
resemble a road,
just another hidden path
taken by many hitch hikers
and wander-lusters…
—Even Robert Frost lied about the path he once took.

The seams in my jeans

resemble a road,

just another hidden path

taken by many hitch hikers

and wander-lusters…

—Even Robert Frost lied about the path he once took.

Maybe I don’t know who I am
behind my smile
But I’d rather you see my smile
than anything else.

Maybe I don’t know who I am

behind my smile

But I’d rather you see my smile

than anything else.

Not a day goes by
That I don’t think about the
Haze.
The fading away
And numbness
Associated with breathing in Sativa
And having her tightly and lovingly
Embrace my body
As I slowly fall asleep
Comfortable
In her hold
The way she makes my eyelids droop
As a signal that my body has accepted her too
And the pain and burning sensations in my throat
Never brought me more pleasure
Than when I was with her
Many times I woke up
With her taste lingering on my tongue
Only making me appreciate
And crave her more.
She understood me
And accompanied me more than I wanted anyone else to, while
Episode-binging on Scrubs
Munching on fruit
Or just being happy and inquisitive in my own thoughts
While lying in bed.
She was so simple of a solution
That I overlooked any other way
Of coping.
I fell in love with Sativa
But I was afraid we committed too much, too fast
We developed a love-hate relationship
In which I loved her
But my body had mixed feelings
On whether she really loved me back
Or was just consuming my humanity
Little by little
And maybe she was really just
Taking advantage of a seemingly lost and defeated soul
Because I never minded that she was so clingy
She developed a habit in me
I always asked her to stay
But one day
She was taken away
From me when I least expected it
And I had to let her go…
She still lingers in me
But months from now
All traces of her
will be gone.
She will be gone
She will.

Not a day goes by

That I don’t think about the

Haze.

The fading away

And numbness

Associated with breathing in Sativa

And having her tightly and lovingly

Embrace my body

As I slowly fall asleep

Comfortable

In her hold

The way she makes my eyelids droop

As a signal that my body has accepted her too

And the pain and burning sensations in my throat

Never brought me more pleasure

Than when I was with her

Many times I woke up

With her taste lingering on my tongue

Only making me appreciate

And crave her more.

She understood me

And accompanied me more than I wanted anyone else to, while

Episode-binging on Scrubs

Munching on fruit

Or just being happy and inquisitive in my own thoughts

While lying in bed.

She was so simple of a solution

That I overlooked any other way

Of coping.

I fell in love with Sativa

But I was afraid we committed too much, too fast

We developed a love-hate relationship

In which I loved her

But my body had mixed feelings

On whether she really loved me back

Or was just consuming my humanity

Little by little

And maybe she was really just

Taking advantage of a seemingly lost and defeated soul

Because I never minded that she was so clingy

She developed a habit in me

I always asked her to stay

But one day

She was taken away

From me when I least expected it

And I had to let her go…

She still lingers in me

But months from now

All traces of her

will be gone.

She will be gone

She will.

The night and it’s apparitions are much more frightening than they are beautiful.

The night and it’s apparitions are much more frightening than they are beautiful.

Kodak Easyshare M863 Digital Camera
Taken on a rooftop in Poonch, Jammu and Kashmir, India.

Taken on a rooftop in Poonch, Jammu and Kashmir, India.