As I glide above thick layers of puffy clouds
I can see the world is a truly beautiful place.
Rooftops and skyscrapers, mountains and seas,
even cities with people humming like bees.

I’ve packed my most precious belongings –
rolling papers with a bag of weed,
The Missing Piece Meets the Big O,
one to write and one to read.

There are days when it feels like I am sailing the skies
with a giant, flying whale shark hovering above me.
Funny, I know. But
it is how it feels.


Digital Art by Erik Almas

Alien, alienated. That's me.

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