i have left and gone somewhere else. i feel as if my whole life never even existed.
i am in a world where i’ve only taken what i want.
the ‘baggage’ is left behind and not taken with me on this trip.
that luggage full of clothes is no longer desired
i picture someone painfully lugging that suitcase because they think they have to.
i get it now
if those fuckers got on this trip that i’m on they would never bad mouth drugs or even think to make something so beautiful so illegal
So beautiful but So Illegal