
Don't you love to reminisce about vital recollections that shaped who you are today? I think of the ones that might not have mattered at all. The little things. Those are the ones that make me crack a smile. There is this one memory I have. It may seem a bigger deal to you but to me it's just a small stepping stone. It's Summer 2008. I tried shrooms for the first time with two close friends. I can't even explain to you how miraculous I felt. It was like the best of me amplified. Just forget the fact I was freaking out about the Silent Hill poster in the hallway. My eyes reached new lengths of dilation. I was easily trapped underneath blankets. I found new meanings to a deck of cards. Though it may sound outlandish, and it was, it was uplifting. Nothing else mattered. It was just me. Forget accepting Jesus in your heart to be born again. This experience was me being born again. I listened to Led Zeppelin for the first time. I seriously listened. I have never felt such bliss. It was beautiful. I was trapped in lyrics and I didn't want to leave. It may have been a fixed and false sense of happiness. I mean, I was on shrooms for goodness sakes. I hope I never forget that summer night trying to swim through a patch of dew ridden grass. It was the first and hopefully not the last time I'm born again.
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