Float

I feel vibrations.

My body shakes,

but I’m not moving.

I’m not in my own body;

I’m spectating

high

above.

 

Everything–

my body,

my surroundings,

my time–

it all moves in slow motion.

 

I’m on autopilot,

my senses steering

a stoned aircraft,

floating on a wave of peace

in an ocean of calm

and consciousness.

I’ve landed in the ocean,

but I’m still high in the air.

 

I’m not myself,

but I’ve never felt

more comfortable

than right now.

 

All is right.

 

Sometimes you have to see things from

high

above

to see the full picture.

 

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