Feb 02, 2007 03:07
"...From my soul, sick obscenities..."
This is such a strange time to make a post.. but I couldn't let this thought just pass me by like I have with everything else.
I miss being able to shut my eyes & see the world. No, I don't mean the tripping & the shooting morphine, but that's what got me there. I don't miss the drugs. In fact, I dispise them. But I miss being able to just shut my eyes & see miles & miles of beauty. For those of you who have never had this experience.. Don't.
I miss watching the ground as my eyes were closed. The roads & dirt & gravel. I miss seeing the faces of people I have never met. I miss seeing them hugging, smiling & laughing. Living. These people may not have even existed. But I saw them when I shut my eyes, and I'd watch for hours. And for some reason it was comforting.
No, I'm not crazy, it was a side effect of mixing the after effects of a trip with morphine. You can just close your eyes & your eyelids became a slide show of what beauty was like.. I don't see these things now. And I don't care to go back to the situation I was in to get there. But I'll admit, I miss that.