Lit

Wildberries and cognac aromas release from my mouth into the air

And it looks like gypsy angels traveling from one plane to the next

To me smoke is spirit running freely through my inhale and back through my exhale

And this, this is when I can hear myself listening to myself clearly and the rest of the world is shut out

Them...and all the bullshit they be talking about

Like incense in the mouth I hide away into unseen, unknown spaces, circling around my wisdom teeth and back...forbidden

Forbidden smoke is like a life lived wildly in a secret corner of a room

And no one is saying "hey bitch what about that second hand smoke

I'm dying over here," well rather you'd die if you say so, for you speak the words of your truth out of your smoke-less mouth

I commend you for going through life so sober, feeling everything all of the time...feeling

I'm lit like a motherfucker loving all my vices, and should I die from one it will be like dying in my liberty and not my enslavement