Journal of a stoner

My senses tingle, as I get deeper into my trance,
Eyes open wider and I feel cold
The moment I close them, the room seems to spin,
A smile breaks out as I get stoned.

I take a deep breath,
I exhale it slowly,
Seems like forever before I stop,
Time seems to lose,
in it's competition with relevance,
Slowing down, until it all stops.

I don't worry anymore,
I don't think it matters,
Social maturity ceases,
Time slows down,
Focusing so hard,
But reality seems to be out of my grasp.

Thoughts, they levitate,
teasing my existence,
Saying, I think so I must be, is that true,
Never back down,
Rolls the windows up,
and fold your blanket with fruit roll-ups too..

I feel half my face warming up
while the other half, stays cool,
I feel one earlobe and start laughing,
Can't stop even if i want to.

The room gets dark, and then brightly lit again,
I try to speak, my lips are dry,
Unintelligible words,
form coherent sentences, not..

I take another drag, really, how stoned was I?