Floating on cloud 9, I’m feelin good, I’m feelin fine. Reaching out to Orion, drifting to where ever the galaxy might lead, and I’ll follow. Smokey air sets the mood, dim lights and layed back music tune my eyes and ears to harmony. My mind begins to connect all the dots, flipping to words in an open dictionary in my head, causing me to turn to my stickered laptop and rewrite all the thoughts coming from within.

This is how I access my internal self, the me who is never afraid to speak up. The part of me that doesn’t give two *****, but at the same time cares about all of it. I’m resting in a grove, the roads go from bumpy to smooth and all is as it should be.

I’m out of my mind, be back in an hour or so. I’m chillin in my happy place, with uninterrupted cycles of thoughts, keeping my mind in check. Examining all of my internal memories, weather good or bad, we are at peace, coexisting in a space where yin and yang truly are real. A balance amongst me, myself and I, where I can’t shy away from what is unpleasant to think about.

In a moment, where everything begins to make sense and all is beautiful in life.