There was flashing, thousands of lights beaming down from the ceiling, the urge to focus disappeared and delayed time reaction began. The aura lamp we bought worked like thunder and lightning exploding into the sky. My world burst into a million colors, each yearning for my attention and I craved for more. The feeling was like no other; so slow to move, dizzy spells controlled my every movement and each signal took years to comprehend. He closed his eyes and the hearts melted into hands, red droplets confounding the tears into dreams; an urge to remain sane took me over and it felt the same way for as long as it stood. Pixels and halftone seemed to surround the room. A curve was created and I lived in a circle; a fisheye lens curved each image and made everything more fuzzy, more love-able. A song lasted for a thousand years, the cigarette even longer; it felt so right, the boys said. Never in my life had I wanted to smoke more; the light from the fuzzy warm ash left a trail of light so beautiful like the awaited aperture in the lens. we complained like babies pining for mummy's breast. We hurled into a world that was solely ours, we had nothing to mention, only actions to make. My hands grew downwards, a step back in time as it erupted into merely nothing, thousands of wrinkles formed like the branches of a tree in a matter of seconds and I ached for more fear. My heart swallowed itself and my brain did no thinking. Ancient African symbols, colors and dances surrounded the wall and I threw my pupils in every direction to consume this emotion. The ceiling danced with their own beat, each mandala and symmetrical design weaved in and out like the tips of a sewing machine, with such rhythm the colors morphed into one of its own, blurring the light instantly. Visually impaired, each touch kiss poke flick came before sight and the numbness of everything began. Biting, hitting, slapping felt so wonderful when the nerves couldn't tell right from wrong. Conversations repeated hundreds of times, an echo of each put thoughts in my brain; déjà vu. I couldn't tell if I was touching myself or someone else; I saw the same things over and over. A room split into two when the lights fought each other, one eventually empowering the other as the room blackened into nothingness. It felt like forever, my ache for the sun to rise began so quickly I forgot how long it actually was. Calming down was the hardest part, it was like eating your own eyeball over and over and over again, regurgitating it over and over to let it bubble in your stomach acid. It felt like you grew a new head; a new brain, but I know it never grows back the same.
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