Toothpaste For The Soul

Toothpaste for the soul

2:00AM

All throughout my home,members of my family are fast asleep, twisting and turning as they explore their 2nd,3rd and 4th dreams. The city streets are barren and the silence is a deafening one. The only illumination,other than the semi functional street lights,is the inexpressibly beautiful rays of the moon and the enigmatic stars that dance amongst the blank canvas of the night sky. It seems everyone in the neighborhood has been visited by the sandman and all have been met with slumber. All but I. Alas, I have my own solutions to my insomnia. I reach for my black box of magic, and pull out a bag of green happiness. Even without it being open yet, The scent of the bags contents still tickles my nose. But once open, the

playful scent becomes an aroma so pungent,it engulfs the entirety of the room. Overflowing my nostrils with that indistinguishable stink that I love oh so much. I crush the sticky trees with my fingers, roll lick and seal it in hemp paper as I've done a thousand times before. Spark it and when I take that very first drag, all of the malignant,vile,and toxic energies that poisoned my own are swiftly washed away. It feels as if my very spirit is being cleansed. And after I take my final drag, my body drifts to realms of calmness, and only one thing remains.

Bliss