Matoskah
White bear
How does my fellow travelers feel about their experiences in retrospect as time passes?
I've always had a increasingly difficult time to remember them; it's like they're being locked away from my mind further and further for each day that passes.
At a certain point I'll even begin to doubt what I actually felt and experienced.
It's a mind-boggling process that always circles me back to the same thought every time: it just is. I can remember thinking and inside my head saying to myself: this is pure psychedelia; there's nothing else to compare it to.
I'll sit in a room feeling warm and a bit nauseated and boom, the room impossibly divides itself into other geometric shapes and colors and no matter how hard I blink or close my eyes, it never ceases but instead rapidly evolves into a otherworldly journey beyond what can be explained.
The forceful and brutal feelings I experience of being melted, melded or e.g. liquefied are like an almost suppressed traumatic memory that sometimes makes themselves re-appear when I'm thinking about my journeys.
Even as I write about this I feel a bit sad because it reminds me of how difficult it can be for me to enjoy life. I sometimes feel as if my experiences have alienated me from other people; it's absurd for me to think that my fellow people haven't experienced such things because of fear or a lack of interest.
The only thing that truly stays with me are the lessons I take with me from each experience; they are heartfelt and some days very challenging to face and to live up to.
I've always had a increasingly difficult time to remember them; it's like they're being locked away from my mind further and further for each day that passes.
At a certain point I'll even begin to doubt what I actually felt and experienced.
It's a mind-boggling process that always circles me back to the same thought every time: it just is. I can remember thinking and inside my head saying to myself: this is pure psychedelia; there's nothing else to compare it to.
I'll sit in a room feeling warm and a bit nauseated and boom, the room impossibly divides itself into other geometric shapes and colors and no matter how hard I blink or close my eyes, it never ceases but instead rapidly evolves into a otherworldly journey beyond what can be explained.
The forceful and brutal feelings I experience of being melted, melded or e.g. liquefied are like an almost suppressed traumatic memory that sometimes makes themselves re-appear when I'm thinking about my journeys.
Even as I write about this I feel a bit sad because it reminds me of how difficult it can be for me to enjoy life. I sometimes feel as if my experiences have alienated me from other people; it's absurd for me to think that my fellow people haven't experienced such things because of fear or a lack of interest.
The only thing that truly stays with me are the lessons I take with me from each experience; they are heartfelt and some days very challenging to face and to live up to.