Somber Times.

Mid July.

I spent my time getting high.

Out beyond

my four walled tomb,

I’d hear the joyful shrieks

from the children on the street,

rising to meet

the horizons

peak.

And

I’d think

back.

Back

to a time

when the day

would stretch on

for weeks.

When I truly

believed

in fairies,

and didn’t

isolate myself

for weeks.