• How did I get so high? I don't even get the question, I wake up and it's there printed on the palm of my hand that is like a a large coursing river that lays next to a small not so limber tree that is my wrist. All I see is colors and you. You and I? I all most laugh as I see images of fluttering table cloths dance nimbly across the morning sun. Warmth I feel as I fly, how did I get so high? I ask again, I find myself asking me this repeatedly again and again but I'm asking and I don't even know the answer let alone this cryptic question. All covers me and I promptly swat and swing my arms at all the ghosts of my past leading me into a new demotion. Smoke, smoke every were like the hairs on my head. Makes me remember a time when you and I swept the world with our confound and electrifying talents as we set a free on the foya of Mars and all it's stars. Tell me just tell me, how did I get so high? With all the innovative changes I don't find myself getting drunk not with liquid but with dialog something that seems to be forgotten and lost in the times that once was. Now I stand here naked in the bitter frost, not even a tremble I release a small apprehensive sigh of air and then I fall. Falling down, down into this inaccessible and obscure everlasting nothing. Even now as I'm falling down past the ground, how did I get so high? I start to hear a voice speaking in tongs, unconscionable things go on and I try to get it to stop crying, crying a poison with every toxic drop that fall and crashes on the floor and splashing on my knee the tear that is like honey sticks to my skin and...
    How dare I finish a sentence if I can't even finishes a thought. Now tell me please, I beg and plead to know! How, how did I get so high?!
    ...Oh holy God please, tell me how?