Why I Don’t Smoke Weed

Reflections and Questions

Why I don't smoke weed - Spectre of the Brocken

I was staring at the moon, lost in its captivating glow, until I suddenly realized I was staring at the moon.

I found myself entangled in the beauty suspended in the night sky.

With a shift in perspective, I redirected my deepest thoughts toward the thought of me staring at the moon. 

Questions zig-zagged in my mind as I pondered the significance of staring at the moon.

Breaking my lunar trance, I diverted my gaze, questioning the motives behind my fixation. 

Why was I just staring at the moon? 

The night air held the mystery, and I contemplated the subtle allure that celestial bodies hold over our restless minds.

So, to recap…

I was staring at the moon,

Until I realized I was staring at the moon.

Then I asked myself about why I was staring at the moon,

I looked away and thought…

Why was I just staring at the moon?

Why I Don’t Smoke Weed: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime Writer
Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.