psilocybin

standing so still
i might look like a scarecrow from afar
the trees behind me are immense
they look like clowns holding hands and doing a tribal dance
will this be a sacrifice ritual?
am i going to be crucified?
tears as big as pearls on my mother's neck come streaming down my face
i can taste blue
i can smell yellow
colors and sounds shoot through my head like bullets
i fall down in the snow and a laugh so unearthly breaks out of my body

i don’t want to be an island anymore
i want to be a bird

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