I don't know how I find myself here, I don't know how it happens. There are times when I manage to trudge Through the harsh real abyss, And I am shielded by my placidness, How numbing yet somehow negative, I cannot feel the touch of life. But times when I am not myself, My intuition all amess, I'd do anything for you, Oh god, I would do anything. You remind me of smiles and laughs, You remind me of the sun. And how its rays shed light on me, When we weren't even close. You remind me of how it's all okay, And how you'll always be there. You make me feel like the warmth Of a brilliant summers day. You make me cry, but it's okay, I always seem to come back. No one comprehends my love, As it is hard to explain. You are complicated, But I understand you perfectly, Your intentions all so meaning well, Yet maybe altogether unintentional... Maybe. Clear skies of blue, Thats when I need you. And I know the world is beautiful, I know the world is full of life, But I can't seem to love it without you, The way I used to.
Yeah, he he. Thought so. i know about opiates. Clean for well over a year and finding that missing it comes in waves but that it does get better as time passes. Psychedelics have been tremendously helpful.
Missing it definitely comes and goes for me too. And the closest thing I've done to psychedelics was Salvia. Not fun. I'm bipolar and apparently if you have a mood disorder, doing things like acid, etc. can make you psychotic. I believe that would probably happen, considering I've heard voices from just smoking weed. Haha.
^ maybe maybe not, I am very susceptible to mental issues, and psychedelics have been beneficial on many occasions, but also to the contrary. And I do comprehend your love, so many people comprehend what kind of sanctuary opiation is for them. But your poem does a great job at describing it.
I recently wrote another poem about it. It's similar, but I was just feeling the same things again.: Pale Little Suns A mid-day rest in the grass outside, The sun kisses my freckled skin. Its flecks become golden glimpses of the world I pass, Each tiny glimmer means more than can be understood, More than anything to me in that moment alone. Euphoric rushes of warmth flow down my spine. Life lacks cares, wishes, words, and doubts, When I float blissfully within the loving sky. I hold these moments close, Those precious times when I could fly. And on the day I first met this infinite love, I wished the sun would stay forever on my skin, and my oblivious mind.
These are great. The first one, as a finished piece, could use a little polish, but the soul is intact. Very nice.
