just wake up. that's what i need. to just wake up.
people were getting fuzzier. weirder. different. they seem to be losing focus in my head in my eyes.
we were all inconsistent now. great. just great.
it's all still shaking.
"wake up james" my voice tells me. am i really dreaming tho?
"wake up jaaaaaaaaames" my voice repeats.
i feel like im flashing. like my eyes inside my head are flickering on and off. trying to open themselves.
im falling down. everything is still shaking. i feel exhausted.
its all a bit more faint. a bit more quiet. calmer. i think i feel my eyes stopping. im not where/who/what/why/when i seem. they all fit at this point.
its coming clear again minus the details. people are still fuzzy. everything is still weirder than what i thought it would be.
my heart is out of beat. out paced. my eyes are starting to feel like a resting humming bird.
"wake up"
"i am"
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i woke up in the form of an ironic laugh. i was heard everywhere i went far and wide.
not even the biggest hands covering ears could block me out now.
i was going fast. loud. ecstatic. happy. the world felt faster. everything seemed sad until i came in. i was the echoing dance insulting the world of seriousness. i was color. they were all black and white. i sucked people in my vacuum. they were building me up. i gave them life. color.
for a second nothing could stop me. you couldn't stop sound like this i thought.
then...somehow, i hiccuped. which caused a snapping like feeling that could only be described
like a snap of a rubber band. i shot back, fast, hard, painfully. people exploded back to where
they were. color leaked away. things started to feel slow again. became quieter. duller.
by the time i was back i woke up fairly normal. only a little bit disarranged.
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so one day i turn all my friends to marbles and put them in a little pouch. i carried it around with my everywhere and played with them every chance i had. i didnt know how they felt about this, but i assumed at the fact whenever my mind wandered theyd try to roll away they did not enjoy themselves.
so i then decided to trad them to a bunch of alley cats for their eyes. the cats had more fun with them then what i did and i had a whole collection of neat perspectives to look thru.
were there any repercussions? not at all.
well maybe the fact i didnt have friends anymore.
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the Buddha allowed me to call him by his secret name. we debated the existence of tea. he sat in peace i sat in a flurry. mutal decision to relax and breath. he became the world. i became my mind. he grew and expanded knowledge, i shrunk into myself, i existed in my world, he existed in THE world. we both vanished into our respective spots. our tea went cold. time grew.
he came back a wiser older man.
i only came back slightly nutty....nothing was ever the same again.
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