Natural High I wanted to be your natural high— like the first pull of a blunt after a long, unforgiving day. That slow exhale. That heaviness leaving your chest. That feeling of the world finally loosening its grip on you. I wanted my love to settle into your body like smoke, warm and unhurried, curling through every anxious thought until your mind grew quiet. Not chaos. Not confusion. Just peace. I wanted you to crave my presence the way lonely nights crave firelight. To reach for me instinctively, like fingers searching pockets for a lighter. I wanted my voice to hit you softly— low bass through dim speakers, windows cracked open, city lights bleeding into the dark while silence sat between us like something sacred. And maybe that’s what love was: two souls passing warmth back and forth like smoke between lips, trying to survive the coldness of the world together. I wanted to be your natural high. The kind that made life feel slower, sweeter, easier to carry. The kind you never needed to come down from. Ayo… Y’all ever take that first pull of a blunt after a long, unforgiving day… …and feel the whole world finally loosen up a little? That silence right before the calm hit. That weight leaving your chest. That moment your mind stop running from itself. Tell me something— Do y’all know about that natural high? Not the kind you buy. Not the kind you chase for one night. I’m talking about the kind of love that hit slow… smooth… and settle deep inside your soul. Because I wanted to be his natural high. Like that first pull of a blunt with the windows cracked at midnight, bass low through the speakers, city lights bleeding across the dashboard while the smoke drift slow through the air. Yeah… that feeling right there. I wanted my love to settle into his body like smoke— warm and unhurried, curling through every anxious thought until his mind finally grew quiet. Not chaos. Not confusion. Just peace. Y’all know what I mean though? When somebody walk into your life and suddenly everything don’t feel so heavy no more. Their voice hit soft like old-school music. Their energy slow your heartbeat down. That type of love. The kind that got you reaching for them the way fingers search pockets for a lighter. The kind that got lonely nights feeling less lonely. See, I wanted him to crave my presence the way the night crave music. The way smoke linger in the air long after the blunt gone out. And maybe that’s what love really is… Two souls passing warmth back and forth like smoke between lips, trying to survive the coldness of the world together. Now hold on— Do y’all hear me tonight? I ain’t talking about getting high to escape. I’m talking about loving somebody so deeply they become the escape. That natural high. That riding-through-the-city-real-slow type of feeling. One hand on the wheel. One hand holding the blunt. Music low enough to feel in your chest. Some smooth G-funk floating through the speakers while somebody in the back say— “Roll one up… we gon’ ride all night.” Yeah… That laid-back type of love. The kind where silence don’t feel awkward. Where even the quiet moments got meaning. Where somebody breathing next to you feel like peace itself. I wanted to be the reason his shoulders dropped when he saw me. The reason his stress faded for a minute. The reason life felt slower… sweeter… easier to carry. Because outside, the world move too fast. Too loud. Too cold sometimes. But love—real love— supposed to feel warm. Like smoke curling toward the ceiling. Like midnight conversations. Like old songs playing low while the blunt burn slow between fingertips. And maybe we wasn’t perfect. Maybe love never really come clean and easy. But every time he leaned into me, I swear the whole world softened around us. Like pain loosened its grip. Like loneliness finally had somewhere to go. Like two broken people could still create something gentle with what remained of themselves. So tell me again… Do y’all know about that natural high? That first-pull feeling. That deep breath after chaos. That smooth love you never wanna come down from. The kind that stay on your mind like classic West Coast vibes rolling through nighttime speakers. The kind that ride with you long after the smoke disappear. Yeah
