Psychedelic-relic

Echo

I'd like to think of it kind of like, I'm not sure; sticking my head in the water.
Everything is distant and cold feeling. My head feels congested, but it's not.
Every word, every sound wave flowing towards me. It's all flowing in a void.
Noise is just a distant whisper that gets louder over what seems like an eternity, but is just a second.
Then it lingers, taunting my eardrums. Staying as long as it feels.
The internal beat of a song makes my heart beat in rhythm. My feet bounce by instinct.
I feel everything more. More intesity than I've ever felt while sober.
Sad songs break my soul down and I feel every emotion in their voice.
Dubstep makes me feel like I'm slowly falling in a tar pit. I'm surrounded by waves of color flowing in all directions.
A visual speaker is blaring, mocking the pounding of every note in every song.
Laughter sounds like the volume knob set on the highest setting. It splits and multiples in my mind.
Afterwards I still feel the noise and warmth from the happiness surround me.
My hands move through the air in a sticky, but smooth way. It feels like stirring honey with a spoon.
When I finally walk its like the weight of the world crashes into me, then I push it off effortlessly and float away. The ground feels miles away from how light I feel.
All of my worries dissipate and nothing can bring me down. My anxiety, depression, PTSD, bipolar and every insecurity flee in fear out of mind.
I can eat instead of starve.
I can talk to my friends and family without feeling a stubborn weight on my brain.
My panic attacks subside.
I can sleep without nightmares.
I. Can. Sleep.
Laying down is like falling quickly, then abruptly hitting a giant freshly baked load of bread.
It's warm, soft and envelops you entirely.
Relaxing is actually relaxing.
Wrapping your arms around your beloved feels 10×s better. Their warmth, love, and spirit intertwine with yours.
Your heart is overwhelmed with joy and bright, golden sparks.
Every single kiss is like a feather brushing your skin.
Their finger tips run smoothly on your skin like their meant to touch just you.
Then there's the moments when absolute clarity hit you.
A vacume sucks the muk away and you can hear perfectly fine.
It's like being in the eye of the storm.
It's quiet, but you hear everything.
You capture every detail in sight.
The old, simple kiss becomes something unable to describe.
Movement feels completely new, but you're completely experienced.
Everything goes from a muggy echo, to a clear tone.

×× I wrote this while laying in bed after a long day of smoking bud with my friends. It's based off of the way I feel and hear things. My thoughts were brought up by a conversation I was having with my pal.