Getting sober

Sit back, Let the moment move through you.

Weightless, but the pressure, like contusions, runs through you.

Stars fill up the sides of your eyes.

Like a haze, rolling winds with a tune

Sweep you off your feet for a change.

Try to catch the moon when you see her faceless.

And don’t forget to get to kiss the night,

For all the times you’d gaze it.

Just like how the sun collides with the sky,

To hold hands with the horizon.

That’s what it’s like to be high.