When i was stuck
in the middle of time
things made sense
when my only defense
was smoking weed
and not caring
about the time
or even the day
and i was in one room
surrounded by the world
having plenty of this
and not savoring that kiss
only thinking of the guys
and the girls
who were alive
when the world was dead
sleeping safe in their beds
but having dreams disrupted
by our nonsense
walking through the streets
on nights
with jackets tight
and rocks to throw
we'd fight and never wonder
what they'd say tomarrow
or what day it would be
and what i would say to him
i was a quiet girl
but always so loud
and nothing could stop me
and they were them
my friends
summoning cars for rides
and cigars for blunts
saving and
adding money to the cause
never once pausing
to think
what does this mean
who are we
what will we be
will i know you
in two minutes
or even two years
from now
will i be asking how
why or when
And will you remember the moment
we all came to be
the undefinable time
when nothing had reason
not at all this poetic
no words for ryhme
to think of
to describe
and this all sounds so contrived
but there was a second when it became
and there were no reasons to blame
i swear
we were all just friends
and then something died
and the world bled and cried
we tore ourselves up
until we broke
into pieces of people
that we do not know
People that cannot speak
or even smoke
though some still do
i wouldn't know what's true
or what's fallacy
What a tragedy
it is to know
that i wouldn't know
if i died today
i'm too detatched
my brain has unlatched itself
from the part that makes me think
and i wonder where they went
not their bodies
or their minds
only the times
that just were
in the cars or on the beach
the unspoken words
of the longest speech
that is silent, yet so loud
in my my head
i hope you know
those were the times
those were the things
we were supposed to save
and deep down i hope
we didn't smoke it away
and sometimes i worry
but sometimes i don't
because one day i'll be old
and stuck on a porch
and the heat will be hot
the kind that sizzels
and scorches the brain
till it conjures old thoughts
and i will be alive again

i will remember my friends.