stoned again
January 1, 1990
kaleidoscopic colors
dance like tiny speckles
of neon colored paint
swaying towards the ground
slowly from trees that
rise in the shadows of a
surreal yet hauntingly vivid
extension of reality
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July 31st, 2005 at 1:26 pm
surreality but realistic to the mind… ideas crash into each other of what happened and what could have happened; all true, yet all fake… i love it.