other acid.

i sit here and stare.
the empty computer screen gives no inspiration or enlightenment. yet i look, yearningly, into the empty white light. looking for an auro, a rope, words.
the days of 'high' feel far and naiive. yet i can feel it stettle on my lungs and diaphram like heavy wool.

i crave sound. music.
gentle notes dropping up and down through the air, tinkling and chiming.
or to rush, rush, rush, above the ground, above the air. into space.

("i'm goin to send it to outer space!")

travelling up towards the endless sky in a crystal light ray, with glass light auras radiating around me. bursting, bursting. bigger than mybody, and everyone else. shooting straight up.
higher, higher.

i would like to gather a single moment of a million acid trips. the best moment of a million acid trips. i'd like to record it on a cd, rent out an old cinema hall and watch it on warm summer night.or if you can condence it all into a pill i would have it.
maye that whatitis.
somebody elses dreams or somebody elses nightmares surging your body, holding your mind, leaving you live out just a memory of a mere moment.


moral of the story: moments arent as mere as they seem.