“mad and out of my wits”
Sometimes from “the worse to the better”
Sometimes the former, sometimes, the latter…
This post was originally written in ancient Sanskrit, sometime about 3000 years ago, and from the looks of it, it was my own pen that was used to write it with! I found it just yesterday at the beach, floating in a bottle, and at first, I thought it was some sort of gospel written by some sort of colossal apostle.
But, after some translation, I discovered my view to be askew. I found what I read to be a maniacal debacle. The adnation of many minds from just one man. I think it was the Boogeyman!
I couldn’t help but notice how familiar this all, not only felt, but sounded, as I sat there on the beach, reading, while my thoughts were in sync with the waves that just kept pounding~Thunderous~Murderous Sounding!
My heart started racing; I think I was having palpitations. I began sweating and breathing heavy and my thoughts were beginning a mass migration…
These were my words! Pages right from my own journals! Thoughts now that are compulsive~Explosive!
Really, it was perverse how, my emotions, could so quickly transverse!
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t see what was happening here. I was as blind as The Six Men From Indostan and I couldn’t feel my hands! I was outside and no longer within my limits…
The deeper into these pages I delved, the further I traveled into another realm. I began to lose my grip as this felt like another acid trip!
How could this be happening? How was this even possible? My head began to split as I sat there and read “Confessions of a Stone Cold Junky” written in Sanskrit!
What part of my mind was I using, was I able to do this with?
This triggered emotions of which I had no notion and felt like I saw a witch who fed me a magic potion…
And then, I awoke, in my own bed, in my own house, with a fucken gun in my mouth! Calyptic Dreams!
Stay up. Stay human too!
#inthegrip #whiteknuckles #builtnotbought