(A real pen lies across an open journal page upon which, in teal ink, is written:) Fish don't know anything but water, so they don't realize they're swimming. They believe they can fly.

#Confessions of a #MiddleAged #Stoner

I wasn't high last night, but I woke up with this thought from a dream, which seemed so deep at the time I felt compelled to write it down.

#InHindsightNotSoMuch #ConfessionsOfAMiddleAgedStoner #FeverDreams #CanYouHaveAcidFlashbacksFromCannabis?