Sensations

Strike lighter, pull in, remove the bowl, clear.

Burning, bubbling, glass on glass, suction.

Smoke rising, a slight sting, full lungs (try not to cough.)

Head spaces. Time slowed. Lights altered.

Dots dots dots everywhere

  everything is made of dots.

It feels like my head is underwater.

All the muscles loosen up/

The world loosens up. Blissfully.

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