Simulcika

Today is 2nd of May - an international day of Harry Potter. Congrats to all the fans! :)

Just found this poem of Anne Sexton. Some of you may say that it is horrible or cruel or something like that, but I really love it. Somehow, it is very close to my state of mind. No, I am not going to commit suicide, but the mood of this poem, the feeling I got while reading... Wanting to Die By Anne Sexton Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture you have placed under the sun. But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know

Being high is one of the most pleasant sensations. Every day is Saturday. It is to be like a child; to perceive events with clarity; to look into the gates of paradise; to completely enjoy whatever you might be doing; to smile so hard that your jaw muscles get tired. Being high is to laugh at the silliest things; to understand things that have seemed absurd before; to have the aloofness of a cat; to afford a kinship with god. To be intoxicated with marijuana makes every superlative seem within your grasp. Being high makes life seem terribly good. Being high is simply grand.