Inside the opening mind.
Off in the forest it was introduced. That built up tension finally let loose.
Blue swirling colors, the blue rod, the sword.
The path to.
That sand, the place where it all began, where it ended.
They walked hundereds of miles.
The chemical.
Understanding.
See the eyes through the escapees, enveloped and shrouded by this invisible cloud, another mind falling into this strange "void," opening the mental infrastructure of the curious and daring with cherry substances.
The way back they left part of their being. One with nature. A single being.
The path back.
Full of insecurities, friendship and visions.
Survi
A bright puddle reflecting the world is so simple
It retains water, which in turn reflects the outside world
Walking over to it I was overcome by its beauty... and I remembered my friend had died because of this mindset
I have lost a lover to this substance
I ask myself: "why do I peruse this lifestyle?"
Gazing into the puddle he judged himself
Why am I like this?
Am I to enter the world of this reflecting puddle?
A cigarette hangs from his mouth
He smokes because of her
The acid blotter under his tounge
This is because of his friend
I want to experience the world seen through a reflection because everything is just not right ther