I'm quiet, thinking, contemplaiting, remembering moments that I was high. Memories that are today so vivid and bright, wondering if they would be so vivid if I wasn't so high. Memories that are now beautiful views, like an aesthetic pleasing section of photographs so perfectly detailed. I cherish views like those ones, and how differently we are able to see things depending in what state we were when it happened. Beautiful views of our own lives.














