We walk up this kaleidoscopic valley as lost wanderers in this psychotropic weald and as explorers of this dreamlike world. Every tree seems to speak to us, guiding us through this psychedelic vale, and our feet rake up decayed foliage leaving behind us, a trail. And the sun peaks through the summit of the alley, slowly being submerged beneath the stockade of trees, but we keep wandering, wanting to go deeper and deeper into this dreamlike reality, and we'll never stop wandering until our minds can't take anymore of this euphorically insane world of abnormality. And when our minds want out of this bizarre mentality we'll travel backwards down the trail we created, back into a sane actuality.
amen and hallejweirdja, extremely well done, I particularly like the allusion to there being a controlled exit path. sine cera