Chilled to the bone.
With my last bits of weed and dignity I try to reason with myself.
Actions and there's not really any excuses.
Moral support, morals, and no ethic...of any sort.
Those very strange creatures we allow into our lives.
And the darkness that surrounds memories
And makes us who we are.
Pretending to know
Makes me dumb.
So I'm trying to find out.