Let’s go fly a kite.

Spiralling drugs take you flying through the clouds, dancing with the Angels whose wings beat against faces with silky softness on petals, the highs of rapture concealing the humdrumery of everyday life down below. A life that needs to be lived in for all the wrong reasons. Horizons flee towards the distance of vision as soon as you peer out from yourself. Space everywhere, space. to expand, to wander, to explore. No, not a void, but freedom to do as you desire. Higher to fly,  consequences disappearing with the shrinking world, never to become bothersome (for now) 

A cealing? A limit? No! It can’t be! The limitlessness is surely…..infinite. But barriers! Barriers in the mind placed by whome? Constructed where no man could possibley have enter! Why should they even be there? For what reason? Surely not self assembled like flat pack furniture! If so, why? If not, why? Questions questions, within this freedom comes questions. But why? Why questions and by whome are the questions raised? 

Falling. Falling through…..nothing! Then why the feeling of falling? No up, no down no point of reference! Again questions! But it isn’t as clear as before, the infinite isn’t infinite anymore. Endless space begins to fold back in on itself, origamic space time (I like that) a thought! Where from? Questions. Answers never within reach! Never being answered, frustration within reality creeps along the folds of your space paper. Now walls, now floor. Spacelesness takes its form! Boundaries start to erect themselves, no cosmic builder, no inner construction worker! 

No space, no space to move, no space to breathe. What’s happening? But this time the question comes from within your own conscious. An answer to one question satisfied! But still, no space. Breathing heavy as you’ve never breathed on your way out into the expanse of your mind. A thing not required up there where kites fly freely with ribbons of Crimson dancing amongst the clouds. Clouds, where did they come from? 

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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