The Sinners On The Summit; Cannabis

On the peak of the high ground:

Where all this while,

we stood,

longing,

for the lights,

flickering in the night.

In the wind,

and cool breeze:

The light embrace of warmth,

longed for,

yearned for,

in all its complexity.

Leaning on the red,

lighted,

fire:

Inhaling,

exhaling,

pulling,

pushing,

on the edge.

to fall.

Falling.

Failing.

#EpicFAIL.