Tuesday Afternoon

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I just smoked a funny cigarette.  I laid my head down to rest and all of a sudden the gentle swaying of the trees started calling to me, however this may have just been the reflections in my mind.  I entered the fairyland of love, as I cranked up the music and lit up another.  I am on my way chasing those elusive clouds, but I don’t know why and perhaps I should find out what is causing these gentle voices to call out to me.  There is nothing better than getting wasted on a Tuesday afternoon as the love of music just becomes stories in the end.

Written for Mathew’s Daily Inkling where the prompt is “Stories in the End”.