Here's something I've written through several sativa induced writting sessions. I should be recording it shortly. I think I've posted it before, so if it looks familiar, no I did not steal it
Thru Time and Space
Ideas are coming at me at such a rapid rate // that they
Overlap each other, I can’t differentiate //
Each thought, they blend together in one stream
An altered reality takes over this dream
I can’t separate the two, I know it’s hopeless // but
Suppose it isn’t, I gotta snap out of it,
focus
Every object stains the inside of my head // with a
Single colour, spilling into this essence I’ve bled
A pool of concepts that doesn’t have a surface
A solitary collection, void of any purpose
A poison that’s undergoing the act of osmosis// with no
Separating membrane, I don’t know how close it is // before
It kicks in, affecting my nervous system
Involuntary twitches make my fingers a fist //
My appearance is that of a Parkinson’s patient
Patiently waiting for the serum to park in // to my
Blood stream, flowing through my veins and arteries
Accelerating with each and every heart beat
I feel the energy, a pulsating fixation
I can’t help but savour every sensation
The ground is behind me, the sound on the ceiling
The craziest thing, I can’t understand what I’m feeling
I confuse the rational and the improbable
Things set in stone and things impossible
Every thing’s foggy, I can’t concentrate
It’s useless for me to try and define this state
I stop attempting what I know is useless
Relax myself and enjoy my way through this
Breathing this aura of infatuation
I sense the scent of upcoming elation
I need to continue on to find my place //I’ll
Eventually find my way, through time and space