Thoughts in my mind. The kind of visions that are lost memories of some distant childhood, or a re-living of a mind process that strikes like a bolt of lightning from the haze of grey clouds. Only it feels like it'll strike twice, both in new and unique ways, only the sensation of the hit and the blow is all the same. The visions are of a new path. The walkways, corridors and point in direction that our mind disentangles us and coaxes us to go through. I have visions of worlds that subsist only in a partial reality. Perhaps this is a meta-reality that somewhere I've been creating. I dream on existence. And sometimes I have visions.
i have visions too! my grandma calls it a symptom my dad calls it a disorder my mama calls it a gift and my teacher calls it nonsense
Aristartle, I love your way with words. I've always admired people who could put their thoughts into words with such a graceful, poetic fashion. You are way cool! :cheers2:
It doesn't matter how it comes out, it's what comes out. You have a gift. Face Eater, back in the day I was the acid king.
And I have always wanted to commit kamikaze. What is it like? Did you srsly take acid olhippie? Tell me a story about it. *sits cross-legged*
A critic would say that I do too many drugs. But I've had the same experiences since way before I started doing drugs.
