Clear. Everything is crystal clear when you are high.
Woooow.
Looks like those hands are not yours. You give them command for every word you type. And they follow your command. It feels powerful. Like you control the world.
The music running in background seems to pierce your soul and talk to you. It asks strange questions. And you don't have answers to a lot of them. Choose those songs with extreme caution. They can lead you in awkward circumstances.
The faces look at you with utter ingratitude. Like you owe them something you could never repay. Even the smile looks evil. Those faces, those scary mocking faces, they never looked the same before.
And the time. The time seems to fly at its own pace. Every moment makes a sound. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Seems like a race between your heartbeat and the time. And boy. You are curious who wins. Its like every moment is living its own life and you are the spectator.
And what about the thought you were trying to run away from ? Does it vanish into thin air as you expected ? Does it not make a knock back at your conscience ? Does it leave your hand in a dark alley like an unfaithful friend ? Or does it wait for you to regain your consciousness like a trustworthy wife ? Or it just gives you a wicked smile and reminds you of your cowardice ?
So once again I say. Is everything crystal clear when you are high ? You have to answer your share of questions. Not me.
P.S. I wasn't high when I wrote this. I was just a few feet above the ground...:P.
Woooow.
Looks like those hands are not yours. You give them command for every word you type. And they follow your command. It feels powerful. Like you control the world.
The music running in background seems to pierce your soul and talk to you. It asks strange questions. And you don't have answers to a lot of them. Choose those songs with extreme caution. They can lead you in awkward circumstances.
The faces look at you with utter ingratitude. Like you owe them something you could never repay. Even the smile looks evil. Those faces, those scary mocking faces, they never looked the same before.
And the time. The time seems to fly at its own pace. Every moment makes a sound. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Seems like a race between your heartbeat and the time. And boy. You are curious who wins. Its like every moment is living its own life and you are the spectator.
And what about the thought you were trying to run away from ? Does it vanish into thin air as you expected ? Does it not make a knock back at your conscience ? Does it leave your hand in a dark alley like an unfaithful friend ? Or does it wait for you to regain your consciousness like a trustworthy wife ? Or it just gives you a wicked smile and reminds you of your cowardice ?
So once again I say. Is everything crystal clear when you are high ? You have to answer your share of questions. Not me.
P.S. I wasn't high when I wrote this. I was just a few feet above the ground...:P.
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