Well, viewing out of your/my eyes inside this slice of time is lovely isn't it?
I blasted off today after a while. And fuck me, i forgot how squidgey it all is.
My observer, isn't MY observer. Just as your isn't yours. The way we are catapulted through time together seemingly separate yet all one - is mind bending.
The impossibleness of existence and the searching for meaning is quite absurd, in a divine self centred sort of way.
I blasted off in my bed room, after a hiatus of perhaps a few years. In that time I've gotten married and life has been good. But it's odd how a sense of separation, seriousness and solidness at being me has crept back in.
But bang. 35mg in a vapourgenie. There/here it is. How could you forget this, dummy?
There is a place beyond time. Literally where there is no time. And that place is now. It's all quite ridiculous when I try to put it into language.
Vibrations playing with each other, forms taking individual vantage points. Stories of me and you emerging from infinity.
It's hard to feel viscerally as a person in time with a life, but everything is all right. Forever. And always will be.
Dance baby.
Love you x
Much Love <3 xx