DamagedLemon
Bluelighter
Something I wrote today about an experience yesterday.
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I was up for a total of 48 hours.
Either there was something psychedelic cut with the stuff, or it was due to sleep deprivation or coming up and coming down at the same time from a concoction of substances or all of that, because last night when I stepped out into the balcony I was taken aback by what I saw. The street down below looked spectacular, but the difference was quietly subtle at the same time. The colours were vivid and all the street lamps and city signs shone quite beautifully, like heavenly specs of God's creation in a tunnel of doom. Spots of random lights in orange and red like flashlights from cars and unidentifiable lights from afar looked stellar - stars trapped in an outer space that is in my space. We walked down the street at 2 in the morning, taking in architecture we don't usually notice and reveling in their beauty, staring at the trees and personifying them. Leaves like claws, branches like arms, occasionally reaching out menacingly and sometimes as though for a hug. The way I will look at trees is forever changed.
I enjoy the act of leaning over, placing a finger over my left nostril and taking a line through a skillfully rolled up note through my right, and then the taste and the sudden understanding of what it feels like.
I enjoy that, amongst other things.
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--
I was up for a total of 48 hours.
Either there was something psychedelic cut with the stuff, or it was due to sleep deprivation or coming up and coming down at the same time from a concoction of substances or all of that, because last night when I stepped out into the balcony I was taken aback by what I saw. The street down below looked spectacular, but the difference was quietly subtle at the same time. The colours were vivid and all the street lamps and city signs shone quite beautifully, like heavenly specs of God's creation in a tunnel of doom. Spots of random lights in orange and red like flashlights from cars and unidentifiable lights from afar looked stellar - stars trapped in an outer space that is in my space. We walked down the street at 2 in the morning, taking in architecture we don't usually notice and reveling in their beauty, staring at the trees and personifying them. Leaves like claws, branches like arms, occasionally reaching out menacingly and sometimes as though for a hug. The way I will look at trees is forever changed.
I enjoy the act of leaning over, placing a finger over my left nostril and taking a line through a skillfully rolled up note through my right, and then the taste and the sudden understanding of what it feels like.
I enjoy that, amongst other things.
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