one cap in, one stem on its way down tingling in my eyeballs, my feet root into the ground deep breath in feeling the waveofgravity mild giggles and saucer sized pupils whirlingvortexes of colors and lights mind resistant of the change, and so willing to be free free of the blank, free of the confusion, the lack stuck in a____of half-way there and never-going-back limbo spiritual journeys were meant for another night.
