written about my drug experiences (not that much, but more than just weed and alcohol) I have been to the edge of consciousness; I have bent the frame of reality Am I better off than I was before, or did I go too far? Is it wrong to seek the euphoric feeling, of opening up my head? Is the mind a mountain, tall and sturdy? Or is it a river, constantly changing, never consistent for too long? At first I thought the former, but the latter soon prevailed Now I’m just not sure, and I ponder, to no avail
