It was my happiness when I was sad. The light at the end of the tunnel. Could always depend on it to pick me up. The way it calls to me on the streets, the way I see all those around me who haven’t let that beauty go. I’m lost I’m jealous I don’t know how to speak anymore my soul has lost its mate. My lungs have had their breath taken away no more. My appetite vanished today when I let it go. Where will my mind go now? I suppose to just the same old same, the status quo. Without it my sleep keeps me up at night the vivid scenes playing in my dreams as If were the director and star of a film I trouble to control. It always knew how to make me laugh and forget my problem. Taught me how to not take everything so seriously. It was my love and I threw it away and for what? I’m not even sure anymore. My world lost its bliss the day I quit cannabis.