Love and drugs.

18.00pm
Pick up the speed
from the local pool
19.00pm
Stare at the screen,
roll, smoke. Smoke again. Smoke again.
20.00pm
Start to miss him.
Wonder where the night has gone
and where it's going.
21.00pm
Start to tire of the walls, of the smoke, of the speed,
of the moments being someone else.
22.00pm
The need to be real overwhelms.
23.00pm
What of the road that lives for 'youthful rebellion'?
What of the man who knows we reap what we sow?
What of the man who loves by night?
Or the man who knows truth in light, and knows the soul is a treasure chest to be cherished?
What of the hopes when making something?
What of love at all?