Art Intimidating Life: The Ruins of My Mental Empire - Part Forty-Four

the purple velvet bubble catches me when my time comes to fall asleep - and then later it bounces me back to my feet when the times comes for me to return and wake up - not a waterfall, but something of a fog-fall - a fog-down to ease me back into this world - scented cinnamon and vanilla - im high but safe - the natural highs of forgotten drugs - dreams that happily confuse and convolute the thoughts that drizzle down like shooting cartoon stars each day we're alive - the wind whispering warm like a highschool sweetheart as youre hugged and welcomed by a familiar group of friendly people - they mean no harm - they're understanding and allowing, and if the truth really be told, they don't care about anything at all - its just wave after wave of rain, hail and shine - of misery, madness and divine bliss - there is an infectious acceptance of all these things, and you succumb and learn about their ways - it's like, all roads are quiet, country roads - and they're there to be taken - but the journey lies completely within the individual - the path is the same for all of us, but it's your completely unique, realised perception that makes it worthwhile - and it's worth your while to rest in the grass that pillows somewhere between the gentle warm sun and the soft ground below - you drift into relaxation, giving a small feather a whistle of air to keep it drifting, floating and twirling in the unimaginable chaos of pure existence - you'll hear music drift in and out of your consciousness, content in the knowledge that even during the times you can't hear it, someone somewhere can, and that someday it'll be your turn once again to melt yourself backwards into the music that reads your soul that sings for an eternity like an endless purple sunset dissipating into a fine dust, orbiting your head and body with faith, trust and a complete connection with the universe that is at one