As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Back to reality.

The smoke billows and pirouettes as you inhale deeper. Thoughts and reality escapes you as you set your mind astray. Questions knock: will this ever end, what will happen next? Then comes the blank feeling you have always liked. A feeling like no other - as if there are no floors and ceilings. Just you and the colors. Only one word is apt to describe this feeling...

Beautiful.

Your temperature rise, your eyes blurry. The foreign elements you welcomed to your body has found their mark. You feel the warmth and the beauty of everything. It is like floating in space and you are the king of it. If you could feel like that forever, you would. It is the best feeling in the world and no one can touch you now.

The sounds volume down, all that you can hear is your thoughts, the sound of your own breathing. You get used to the wonderful feeling of being alive and free... of being careless and wonderful. The feeling you never get in reality.

It was beautiful...

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