The real question is what didn’t happen?
I lost my shit. I lost my fucking mind.
I saw what I heard, and heard what I was seeing.
I experienced my worst anxiety to my greatest love.
I was able to hold ideas in my hands.
“Let’s get fucking wierd”.
Just keep telling myself it’s only the drugs and everything comes back together like puzzle pieces.
The after math was so sad.
I cried for things I though I was already over.