Smoke drifting through the air.
and the comfort level deepens.
It’s been a good day
filled with quality hours,
friendships and laughter
warms my heart and empowers.
Getting caught up with living,
I forget simple pleasures…
Good friends and cold beers,
are undeniable treasures. .
When a friend tells you something,
it should only be the truth.
Long time good friend.
Sexual hints echoing loudly
in awkward silence…
The best kind of friend
is someone you can sit and swing with
spend hours not speaking a word
and then walk away
feeling as though you just had the best conversation
Te Puke and I laugh wisely together
thinking on similar lines.
Sitting stoned on the couch, long after my friend is gone..
Alone here with Mary-Jane, and a glaze in my eye.
Puff puff, toke…
My day becomes brighter, and the pleasant numb feeling relaxes my soul.
A friend with weed, is a friend indeed.