Out of my Mind.

Photo by: Casey Horner

You came to me in a dream; that’s where you live these days.

Between passing thoughts and old songs,

and smells of fresh tobacco and cali kush.

I haven’t seen you in years.

I don’t remember the lines in your face, or the way you smell.

I’m happy i’m free.

I’m sad you’re not happy to be free from me.

I’m happy to be so far from our old miserable story.

I’m sad you’re miserable.

I hope you can find what i’ve found,

so you can live in the dreams of another,

as a hero and not a ghost.