THC hangover

A THC hangover is like peering into the unseen places, all the wrong turns you've made, how inextricably entwined and in a mess things are, giving faint clues as to how to untie the knots, but a tiredness prevails, and the best option is silence, of a grave attitude, of reading guilt giving literature like the Puritans, and this is like wading it out, clinging to a piece of house in a flooded tornadoed area, floating on the corpse ridden water, till a helicopter rescues and brings you back into the ideal state, of not being able to effect the outside world, of living only inside a bubble, and existing purely, with the works of those who have passed on, but their works die not, and mourning the ill usage while out there slowly becomes a sweet little refrain, which muses on the mercy of it not being any worse.