Haze

good morning dearest poet I can feel the pain
woven through the well written poem
I feel you lost in your mind with the hurt...

great write 💕

This is a pretty creative take on the psychedelic effects of Cannabis.  It really does induce a mental myriad of analysis in self.  Given the attributes of emotion here, it's kind of depressing, in terms of the desire to belong.  In many ways, though, there are some valid points, in terms of relating to the protagonist.  A preference of golden silence, in understanding the course and nature of observation, seems to create a personal understanding of conviction that is unique and bold.  Perhaps the suffering of life isn't realized in the same way as others.  It's as through the voyage of discovering the inner voice that one can reflect upon is significant, and not someone's impatient input, or shallow judgment.  That's some of what I sort of gather.  Like the first-person view is of having had enough of the "noise" of society and the opinions in such, and desires freedom in self, in finding disposition.  There is perhaps no meaning of socializing and confiding in others, as the contentment of "resolution" zooms and weaves in and out of mindset.  Anyway, I relate to this depiction, having ingested cannabis many times in the past.  I've had similar feelings.  To be stoned and think.  Anyway, thanks for sharing.

Really great piece