The smoke of the weed goes fast trough veins with blood, the cigarette burn so fast that rise an extreme temperature that made the smoke go so fast to your brain, every beating of heart, maybe it's the reason I feel my thoughts are so light that can dissolve and disappear, for every thought I need to dissolve I sacrifice a bit of my life, when I do that my mind leave this material world and I feel the environment's features, the light on my eyes shows me colors that I didn't pay attention, my skin responds relax at the ambient's temperature, my body feels the space surrounding. Breathe inside the smoke condense your thoughts and permit you to project it out on the scene you are looking, out for understanding it from inside to outside.