Arizona skies and a drunken trip through brilliant neon dreams
I spent most of my days in the clouds. That’s true in many ways, it’s a metaphor for my dream-like optimistic lifestyle and my desire to not confront my issues, and instead fly off to a more peaceful sky. But I also spend a good portion of my days with my eyes floating around the blue skies and darting from one cloud to another.
I have never been a big fan of looking down at the Arizona desert land, I have always thought the colors were lacking and that the land looked so dreary and desolate. But every time I raise my head up I float away to peaceful dreams. I am not sure of what faith I have anymore, but every time I look upward I have to thank God and marvel at his artwork. The sunsets are filled with all the colors you could ever hope to find in a box of Crayola. They spread out above us without bounds and tell stories of beauty and peace as well as nightmares of fear and apprehension. It all depends on what direction you look. That’s true with most things in life, you can see exactly what you want to see if you look for it, but sometimes you can’t take your eyes off of the doom ahead.
I quit smoking a little over a month ago, and I have felt that I have lost a lot of my creativity since then. Well its been since before then. I haven’t felt the desire to write much and I just feel that I have been more normal than I care to be. The sky has actually been my escape and I float off to wherever my mind finds to be the most soulful place to be. I think reading back through my Calvin and Hobbes books has given me a better sense of being open to our imaginations. My dreams I have been remembering more and they seem so very real.
Then I finally had a breakthrough in letting my mind roam. I was at the house and drinking some beers. I was having a great time hanging out with friends that I never seem to see anymore and just enjoying the atmosphere that only the fraternity can create. Later in the night during a great jam session and after plenty of beers, I was leaning against the wall just listening to Turtle slide through a fantastic solo I let my eyes close and see what they could see. To my amazement I was able to follow the guitar visually through colors so vibrant I was completely at their mercy. The colors would race around in lines and draw pictures that would slip away as a new picture came into view.
I was so excited to be able to prove to myself that you can achieve any mindset you wish to if you really try. Granted the alcohol’s effect on my mind made the trip possible, but I am happy to know that I did not have to inhale anything in order to open my mind. I think drugs can be an incredible gateway to the secrets of what is out there, but I also think that once our minds have gone through the door of creativity, they know how to get back on their own.
I have never been a big fan of looking down at the Arizona desert land, I have always thought the colors were lacking and that the land looked so dreary and desolate. But every time I raise my head up I float away to peaceful dreams. I am not sure of what faith I have anymore, but every time I look upward I have to thank God and marvel at his artwork. The sunsets are filled with all the colors you could ever hope to find in a box of Crayola. They spread out above us without bounds and tell stories of beauty and peace as well as nightmares of fear and apprehension. It all depends on what direction you look. That’s true with most things in life, you can see exactly what you want to see if you look for it, but sometimes you can’t take your eyes off of the doom ahead.
I quit smoking a little over a month ago, and I have felt that I have lost a lot of my creativity since then. Well its been since before then. I haven’t felt the desire to write much and I just feel that I have been more normal than I care to be. The sky has actually been my escape and I float off to wherever my mind finds to be the most soulful place to be. I think reading back through my Calvin and Hobbes books has given me a better sense of being open to our imaginations. My dreams I have been remembering more and they seem so very real.
Then I finally had a breakthrough in letting my mind roam. I was at the house and drinking some beers. I was having a great time hanging out with friends that I never seem to see anymore and just enjoying the atmosphere that only the fraternity can create. Later in the night during a great jam session and after plenty of beers, I was leaning against the wall just listening to Turtle slide through a fantastic solo I let my eyes close and see what they could see. To my amazement I was able to follow the guitar visually through colors so vibrant I was completely at their mercy. The colors would race around in lines and draw pictures that would slip away as a new picture came into view.
I was so excited to be able to prove to myself that you can achieve any mindset you wish to if you really try. Granted the alcohol’s effect on my mind made the trip possible, but I am happy to know that I did not have to inhale anything in order to open my mind. I think drugs can be an incredible gateway to the secrets of what is out there, but I also think that once our minds have gone through the door of creativity, they know how to get back on their own.