While searching for the world, it found me.
They tell me it’s all about my perception.
The way I see the world and all it encompasses. It’s about the way I see all of the people inside of it, and walking around it. It’s about the way it all meshes together.
The world is tasteless sometimes when you expect it to be bitter, and you can hold it between two fingers and spin it around in your hands. You can watch all the people on its surface run for cover before you remember you’re just sitting on your couch. I recall the events scattered. The important thing is just to recall.
When I found the world, I was drunk.
And that’s something the school systems, and authority figures would warn you to wane from. They would slide a pamphlet in front of your face before you even flicked open your eyes. Reminding you that your future depends on the candid photographs of college students and future college students aligning the cover. “Don’t get drunk.” But I did. I did get drunk. And into my house wandered this boy with brown hair, and a cocky grin. Into my house wandered this boy. With the key to the world inside of his cellphone.
Everything I was raised to be, everything I was taught, everything I wanted, everything I didn’t want, everything I wandered about, everything I knew, and it all mounted this moment.
It’s so strange how everything works out sometimes.
Everyone is going to bonaroo!
And I am not one of the everyones!
O’ gracious lords of money why! Why can I not just sprout dollars from my noggin, and trek across worlds to all of these festivals.
Last night we had some friends over for a short interval. They were both tripping their balls off, but they told my roomies, and me, minus my girlfriend because she’s in Rhode Island, that they are a part of a farm.
They travel to festivals and sell psychedelics to others at said festivals. They are a family too, like a traveling family. They are the least likely people you would think would be into that sort of thing. But that’s judgmental isn’t it? And no one admits they do that sorta shit anymore. I am sure I looked like a fucking idiot interrupting in between statements to ask stupid questions about their lives. But it is interesting to me, and perhaps a part of my astrological journey this year. My horoscope told me that this year is one of those one in a million for me. I am sure yours said the same thing, right? But I believe, I believe. And this years already held so many eye opening experiences for me.
The suns shining outside, and it beckons me.
I will make today worth the while.
I tripped LSD the first time about 2 weeks or so ago.
Everything from that moment on has been monumental, and indenting.
I hate to be typical, but I might as well trip again.
Soon, the colors will bring us home, and the music will call us to sleep.
“I think you have to know who you are, get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it. I don’t want to renounce my dark side. The truth has always held an enormous interest for me. Everything is therapeutic, no matter what you do.”
Tori Amos (via liquid-diamonds-flowing)