With intent to fade.

What's the point?
 
 
I really could light this joint.
And dim the tint of visions blur to black.
And inhale with pride that I'm obtaining  something that I somehow tend to lack.
The feeling of content,
The feeling of bliss,
The feeling of obtaining a euphoric kiss from something I can't stand to miss.
 
Or I could take this drink.
Push myself to a newer edge a brink that ends with my hands on the edge of a sink, throwing up internal potions that works the magic of making it easier to think.
Give myself the armour of Achilles with the power to shrug it all with the will to chug it all till I fall.
Forsake the communication cause it creates a need of concentration to not disclose what I rather would keep to self...you know what they say though the best thing to have is internal wealth
 
Purple haze with spiced rum...
Helps break through the shell of the wonder son
Wondering on to ponder on when he shall find the destination to stop him from wandering on and on.