WINGS explode from my back learning to fly is a ***** but my third-eye antennae is reading a world atlas ready to traverse....
Crack-- creek--snap!
Waking up to a trashed apartment my mind insists everything must go! That includes the world's most comfortable sofa in that ugly pea soup olive green where I've probably spent too much time *******.
Crack-- creek--snap!
When I meditate in the shower everything is dark. The closest thing to sensory depravation. I travel to realms of talking green lions and electric purple snakes that sway and I crave to stay in the emerald caves with the copulating mind flowers. But I'm learning to fly now.