ColombianUnit
Rising Star
When i was a young boy i sat down at the stair case to my aunts basement and ever since then i have tried to run away from it, hide it or put it to the furthest corner of my mind. There was no way to comprehend it at the time so it was best to forget. As we grow up we learn explore and grow some of us quicker then others but what we learn is the world is not what they always told us, its much worse so we forge our own paths some to the highest echelons of education and other to skill crafts men able to create build or take out any obstacles in their way.
So now were 18 and on our way back home to the mother land Colombia and we smoke drink and have done a few things by this point, Pot is the love of my life has been for a long time tho its been something that has kept me distracted for a long time if it were not for it i would might me at MIT or BROC well cant put all the blame on it its my fault too, but its a distraction i enjoy, i feel its better to smoke a J then to have a hang over and O G i hate hang overs to me a hangover feels like regret and i don't enjoy that feeling very much.
Fist night in colombia, more then 35 hours with out sleep my brother bad mouthed the energy lets say before arriving he was never the one to believe and i still think at some level he still cant, so after my parents left to see the festival of lights, we went to get a bite to eat and it wasn't even a hour before it started the same feeling all those years ago the swelling pit at the bottom of my stomach the hair standing at the back of my neck and tiny little sparks at the end of the finger tips every time i would touch them to each other or someone els but something was not like the other something did not belong.
So i did not start this with what happend to me as a child but telling you what happend to me as an adult.
as the light start to wave from light to dark the tv is surging static in weird patterns we shut it off we start to hear a swooshing sound moveing back and fourth talking among them selves, were in the bed room holding each other praying for it to stop in our back yard we have a gate for a ceiling so robbers cant get in and in the same place we have our bird now just imagine hearing the most beautiful singing bird crying crying as if someone were to pluck its feathers from its skin screams from a animal which you would normally hear it making the the most beautiful music
We went to go look for the dog after we couldnt stop bearing with the noise so when we found the dog he was sleeping like a puppy not aware of the noise and the screams then we thought if it wasent the dog in pain with the birds then what was out side, we call our parents them come home we tell them what happend and we end the night the following day we go out and we come home late and when we open the door the whole house was filled with over a 10000 black flies and no small one big ones the size of your thumb nothing seemed to get rid of it except when my grand mother starts to pray and pray i brought my grand mother holy water from my grade 8 vacation to ottowa and in a single black mass they all leave.
I dont know what to tell you all, its up to you to find out what this world trully holds these are real world events
i though it would be nice a first post sharing something about my self rather then get stright to talk about drugs.
this would not be my last post if i have a ear to talk to well in this case i guess eyes
PS i dont know about elves never met them yet but there are just as interesting things here you just need to have sight beyond site and a open mind beyond all els
So now were 18 and on our way back home to the mother land Colombia and we smoke drink and have done a few things by this point, Pot is the love of my life has been for a long time tho its been something that has kept me distracted for a long time if it were not for it i would might me at MIT or BROC well cant put all the blame on it its my fault too, but its a distraction i enjoy, i feel its better to smoke a J then to have a hang over and O G i hate hang overs to me a hangover feels like regret and i don't enjoy that feeling very much.
Fist night in colombia, more then 35 hours with out sleep my brother bad mouthed the energy lets say before arriving he was never the one to believe and i still think at some level he still cant, so after my parents left to see the festival of lights, we went to get a bite to eat and it wasn't even a hour before it started the same feeling all those years ago the swelling pit at the bottom of my stomach the hair standing at the back of my neck and tiny little sparks at the end of the finger tips every time i would touch them to each other or someone els but something was not like the other something did not belong.
So i did not start this with what happend to me as a child but telling you what happend to me as an adult.
as the light start to wave from light to dark the tv is surging static in weird patterns we shut it off we start to hear a swooshing sound moveing back and fourth talking among them selves, were in the bed room holding each other praying for it to stop in our back yard we have a gate for a ceiling so robbers cant get in and in the same place we have our bird now just imagine hearing the most beautiful singing bird crying crying as if someone were to pluck its feathers from its skin screams from a animal which you would normally hear it making the the most beautiful music
We went to go look for the dog after we couldnt stop bearing with the noise so when we found the dog he was sleeping like a puppy not aware of the noise and the screams then we thought if it wasent the dog in pain with the birds then what was out side, we call our parents them come home we tell them what happend and we end the night the following day we go out and we come home late and when we open the door the whole house was filled with over a 10000 black flies and no small one big ones the size of your thumb nothing seemed to get rid of it except when my grand mother starts to pray and pray i brought my grand mother holy water from my grade 8 vacation to ottowa and in a single black mass they all leave.
I dont know what to tell you all, its up to you to find out what this world trully holds these are real world events
i though it would be nice a first post sharing something about my self rather then get stright to talk about drugs.
this would not be my last post if i have a ear to talk to well in this case i guess eyes
PS i dont know about elves never met them yet but there are just as interesting things here you just need to have sight beyond site and a open mind beyond all els
