Sometimes I get lost in my own mind. I wish I was a person that could take mushrooms and see what's really inside there. Unfortunately I'm a person of deep paranoia that can't smoke a couple of hits of weed without freaking out and think I'm being chased down by the Devil and wombats on skateboards. Lucky for me tonight, I'm tuning myself out with music blaring in my ears, ignoring what's around me, bobbing around like an apple in a pool of water and letting myself free. I make smoking pot such a production; I take it too seriously. I can't just sit around and laugh at things that are not funny. I have to plan out my soon-to-be feelings and prepare for it all. It's like I'm going on cheap and short lived vacation if done right. If not, it's a road trip to Hell. If one thing goes wrong on the ground I might as well just crash on take off because there's no turning back if there's nowhere to land. If I make it there, it's like a journey in my head, traveling through different parts of my brain and seeing and thinking of things in a different light. It's worth the trek if I can make my destination.
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