High.

Last one for today, for real.

I want to get high.

Push me beyond the gases of clouds, into the sky.
Propel me past the stars that luminate only at night.

I want something that can last longer.

Have me drown in a parallel universe
Where the sky is the ground, an abyss;
So far sunken in that the Milky Way leaves remnants on my lips.

Have me so chemically imbalanced,
That i choose to walk up to random strangers to speak
Where, even when I've collapsed into a valley, I peak
So content that there is nothing more I need.

No flicker, no spark, no smoke.
That is not the high I seek.

I want you.

-Tash.