the votex.

well hello again.

i went to VP. and decided to come back early due to a clash of objectives. its amazing to me how the west coast and carribean side are so different, and some ways so similar.
the main thing that got to me on this trip was the drug abuse that is so prevalent there. so on the buss home yesterday i wrote this little ditty that i thought i would share.

love and pixie dust.

"travelling solo
back to sanctuary
having left the bubble
where light beings fly
bumping thier heads
as they try to get out
slowly dieing
from fumes consumed

im saddened to my core
as i turn my back on thier longing eyes
lined with dark rings

i can see straight though to thier souls
as they inhales themselves to non reality.
still with the hope of getting out
they play
thier bodies standing but weak
as thier souls fade away.