Atrip Stories

"What a paradise" I exclaimed as I ran down the valley. The flowers blooming beautifully. "How did I get here"? I wondered. I sprawled on the floor...

Heart pounding against my chest, I watched the spinning bottle slowing coming to a halt. I prayed for it to not stop at me but much to my annoyance, the tip of the empty...

A couple of short poems...take them the way you best understand them... they have meanings but can be taken many different ways so please enjoy 😊