One of my favorite parts of tripping is the next day or whenever you fall asleep through the last of the come down and wake up sober. I like looking around at any carnage, things knocked over, and think about how it was during the ordeal. Its like the calm after the storm, a very peaceful feeling. Its humbling to me when I wake up to the sun on my face half naked, sprawled out on the floor, with a teddy bear Ive never seen before and a huge mess from knocking stuff over. I feel like I accomplished something at the end of it and the next day is just reflecting on it as I clean, reiterating those ties of reality I love it, its so peaceful
I find myself walking down the sidewalk with a smile and love for the world the day after a nice trip.
The day after a trip, I need to unpack, get back into my routine, the house feels all weird, work is unproductive and long, bills to pay, and more than likely I gotta get back in shape. Despite it all, I'm happy to be home. :biggrin:
i've officially decided that you are not allowed to trip at my house, ever. knock your own shit around.
