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How much is too much?
How much writing is too much writing?
Notebook after notebook
filled with thoughts,
documenting my journey
through "poetry",
a journey in itself,
a trip I've been immersed in for many moons now.
Funny how,
before psychedelics
I never cared to read
any writing of any kind
and now that's all I seem to
spend my time doing,
reading and writing constantly.
Before tripping my balls off,
I neglected to explore any poets or poetry.
Only after having 1 heavy psilocybin experience on a beach did I become inspired to
express my existential expeditions and emotions through writing
That was Almost 2 years ago
and here I am
hundreds of pages later.
Words are my world at this point.
So many years
spent being so shy
so quiet, timid, uncomfortable
unsocializer, insecure and straight up body dysmorphic,
for so long
this is how I went on.
No fun living that way
Although these days
I'm relatively a loner,
I feel much more comfortable with myself,
comfortable in my own skin
More so than I've ever been
not so caught up in what others may think of me
or who they say I should be.
Only psychedelics enabled me to see that by thinking that way,
I would never be free.
Opened my mind
to the vast connections
circling the cosmos,
reflecting our inner worlds..
into eternity I was hurled
beyond the abyss within
the infinite mind
encapsulating all of mankind
along with every other being surfing
on this eternal wave of time.
Words words
More words..
A world I love honestly
Puts me in a state of mind
I never really knew of
before the psychedelic voyage
into the internal abyss.
Needless to say, my younger self I do not miss.
Notebook after notebook
filled with thoughts,
documenting my journey
through "poetry",
a journey in itself,
a trip I've been immersed in for many moons now.
Funny how,
before psychedelics
I never cared to read
any writing of any kind
and now that's all I seem to
spend my time doing,
reading and writing constantly.
Before tripping my balls off,
I neglected to explore any poets or poetry.
Only after having 1 heavy psilocybin experience on a beach did I become inspired to
express my existential expeditions and emotions through writing
That was Almost 2 years ago
and here I am
hundreds of pages later.
Words are my world at this point.
So many years
spent being so shy
so quiet, timid, uncomfortable
unsocializer, insecure and straight up body dysmorphic,
for so long
this is how I went on.
No fun living that way
Although these days
I'm relatively a loner,
I feel much more comfortable with myself,
comfortable in my own skin
More so than I've ever been
not so caught up in what others may think of me
or who they say I should be.
Only psychedelics enabled me to see that by thinking that way,
I would never be free.
Opened my mind
to the vast connections
circling the cosmos,
reflecting our inner worlds..
into eternity I was hurled
beyond the abyss within
the infinite mind
encapsulating all of mankind
along with every other being surfing
on this eternal wave of time.
Words words
More words..
A world I love honestly
Puts me in a state of mind
I never really knew of
before the psychedelic voyage
into the internal abyss.
Needless to say, my younger self I do not miss.
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