Halfway Lit Part II

I never intended to write a series of blogs. I never intended to write something so that I could have part II. I guess writing about being halfway drunk or lit changes that.

Here again, I'm halfway lit thinking about everything in the world. I'm on the downward slope of this high. Heading back to my normal terrain. Most likely I'll end up in a ravine before getting back to sea level. But that's another story. ~~~~catch the metaphors!

When I was in the military, and especially on my second deployment, I became somewhat of a poet. I wrote things so well that people said they would buy my stuff. I once wrote a blog about firefighters that nobody seemed to understand.

This didn't make sense, because I was just told that I should sell my work yet people didn't understand me? That's because I write my poems for me, everyone reading them seems to think they are taking me literally.

So being on the downward spiral of a lit, or being high is different. It's not like being drunk. The alcohol level in your body depletes so slowly that you feel depressed. While it's almost and instantaneous thing with weed. It just stops. Like a big breath of air.

Poems for me can take any sort of map.

Here is one instance:

The rose on my watch is green and red.
Through the night it ticks by my bed.
Because I'm not wearing it while I'm far far away.
That's because the watch ticks, for my redeployment in May
This story is of a little tin soldier.
Who fell on the ground and made the lid colder.
Of the manhole cover he fell on through.
It's almost like a scene from Guess who's two?

I seriously made that up on my own. It's not a big thing to me. I just kinda do it. <- nike="" p="">
Peace.