a trip down memory lane...
i was out on the highway for a while
it feels good man...
wind blowing in your face,
rain trying to blind you
music out loud
then everything starts to go faster
lights flashing
... blurry
you feel heavy...
mesmerized
nothing to see but this white dot
in front of you
growing and
...growing.
you go in!
swiiiishhhhh !!!
what was that ??
i suddenly find myself sitting here
i hear my thoughts
i see myself from the outside
what is he doing ?
hey! you, down there ...
stop it
she's dragging you back again
remember what happened before
…
and after some countless minutes
that seemed like tiny seconds
it all disappears
i’m back alone
back inside
on the highway
on my way home …
that was a nice trip
and it felt really good too.
it feels good man...
wind blowing in your face,
rain trying to blind you
music out loud
then everything starts to go faster
lights flashing
... blurry
you feel heavy...
mesmerized
nothing to see but this white dot
in front of you
growing and
...growing.
you go in!
swiiiishhhhh !!!
what was that ??
i suddenly find myself sitting here
i hear my thoughts
i see myself from the outside
what is he doing ?
hey! you, down there ...
stop it
she's dragging you back again
remember what happened before
…
and after some countless minutes
that seemed like tiny seconds
it all disappears
i’m back alone
back inside
on the highway
on my way home …
that was a nice trip
and it felt really good too.
posted by maz at 1:37 AM
1 Comments:
The lights could blind you, the rain could fool you… but you’d still see your inner place. You could, whenever you want, get into that white circle, switch to the dream, and there, you meet yourself, your thoughts… Even though some memories could be odd, regardless their bitterness, they are a part of who you are. My advice: Do it very often;)
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