Euphoria

And I use Maria's phone to jot down my thoughts. No worries Maria, your phone is super charged.

Mushrooms, alcohol, and one puff of pot. Oh yeah, and two overlapping 5-hour energy's. Not the best combo, but I'm feeling alright. The mushrooms didn't affect me nearly as potently as the ones last week. Colors stood out a little and my knees were woozy, but that was about it. The music sounded pretty much like always, although at the beginning, my limbs began swinging through paths of rainbow color as I danced and jumped behind the crowd.

Both herbs had me feeling mellow, but I found my inner dancer somewhere, though a little apathetic and unaware... I accuse the pot. But after a period of willed euphoria, through which my heart was racing to 10 hours of bottled chemical energy and my lungs struggled to avoid the dryness left by the pot smoke, I found a spot of mellow peace where I didn't need the dance nor the music nor the company. I felt free. In a rave-afterglow way, mind you, not in the universal "I am all and all is me and we are free" way. I have issues, I feel them. I'm lost and I'm alone and I would will those feelings away if I knew how. And it may be the mushrooms, but tonight these thoughts don't sink my psyche into a vicious obsession. I just feel satisfied and serene, laying down and writing, though my heartbeat is palpably fast and the seeping adrenaline keeps my mind alert.

Huh, I avoid writing about Maria directly. Perhaps I'm still figuring it all out inside. But she looks high and happy tonight, and that's got me feeling glad.

And... Strawberries! Where are you, tiny fruits?

Btw, I used your phone because mine sucks at typing 🔠

Well, I'm still pretty alert and I fail to sleep. And my body is satiated with dancing already, with walking even, so I guess I'll keep writing.

But what about? Chrysanthemums and quarks. The luminous resonance of the planets' atmospheres.