When I'm High, I am not me
Preface
This poem was born from a war I fight that no one else sees.
It is about weed, yes.
But more than that, it's about the slow unraveling of life when an escape becomes routine, and routine becomes a prison.
It's about being surrounded by smoke. Not just in the air but in the mind, the mirror, and all the moments that matter.
This is me. Trying, failing, and trying again.
I choose to keep trying cause when there is peace and clarity I remember what it's like to be me.
I remember who I am when I'm free.
I miss that man.
So I wrote this to bring him back, and keep him around.