The last 15 hours have been extremely trippy. I’ve felt different.
Without the usage of any sort of substance! Heh.
Imagine.
Glowing neon colours dripping down on a blank, black surface.
A quiet child ,wearing fancy clothes, staring off into the horizon, somewhere in his mind, knowing what life is all about.
A random pink ☁ cloud, moving across the pale blue skies all alone, but happy.
The first bite into a fluffy white marshmallow.
Real comfy mommy hugs.
A light golden leaf afloat upon the free autumn winds.
A room lined with rubik's cubes across its walls, that change their orientations on their own.
Fairy lights all wound up around your favourite stack of books.
And a huge magnetised bed rotating above the ground, in a magnetised room , in a slow controlled motion.
I’ve felt lucky, and was so too. Even though I didn’t care. I just was, yo.
And as I retrospect, my mind is forced to be bewildered at all that has happened. Even though, it was all so, normal. And quiet.
I’ve been glued to this couch all day long. Sleeping. Counting seconds as I edge closer to the end of the summer vacations.
… Which happen after a month and a half.
I’m wasting away. And planning, at the same time. Planning for the next few days. And still. Dreaming, imagining. Not really being at the moment, but enjoying it.
I’ve set my imagination on a crazy spree. Where it is free to make anything a reality. And the thoughts, melt into my head, and away from it, with such ease and eerie beauty, that I can’t help but think, that I’ve unlocked myself into a new realm of, mega trippy-ness.
If these were the 80’s, I’d surely be living like a hippy. A techno, colourful one, at that.
And all of these thoughts would’ve been trapped in a corner in my head unless I’d write about it. Gotta thank Lana Del Rey for her new album. Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love. And also, this couch. The fan. Gosh it would’ve been hot otherwise.
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Just read whatever I wrote, and there’s just one thought in my head.
I am such a lazy fuck.
So sure everyone feels this way. Too lazy. But with such workable dreams.
If I don’t really get off this couch any soon, I’d be hired someday to full-fill someone else’s dreams, instead of working to make my own dreams a reality.
Move ya lazy arse ya lazy bitttch.
I really, really feel like coding.
But first, should sharpen my rubik's cube solving skills.
Almost. After a while. Please.
*proceeds to make another cup of a happy cold coffee.*
Gotta love the summer holidays. ☼
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