Van Gogh and I.

I remember when.

I remember when I lost my mind.

There was something so pleasant about that place.

Even your emotions have an echo in so much space.

When I got my heart broken.

Herb was there.

When the friends betrayed.

Herb was there.

When shit got rough.

Herb was there.

When everything I thought I knew turned out to be an illusion.

Herb was there.

When I broke out of the matrix.

Herb was there.

When the ugly side of humanity tried to take my crown and I was forced to stand up and fight for myself, my beliefs and my ability to exist on my terms.

Herb was there.

When I was broken from battle and feeling that lowest I would ever feel in this lifetime.

Herb was there.

When I shed the old skin and reveled in the new armor.

Herb was there.

Some see a drug, but I see medicine. Marley was right. When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to you and I love what I see. It’s who I’ve always known. Throughout this journey through life, herb has me covered.