I sat in my room.
Blank wall.
Blank floor.
Blank ceiling.
My eyes kept shifting to my old shoes, with the baggie inside, holding something far greater than I have ever imagined that it could be.
In one simple decision I lit it up.
It felt like shards of glass slicing through my lungs, I coughed up the first hit (a nice waste of 20 dollars..yes, it's that expensive)
Eventually I got used to it.
One hit, I was still slightly normal, the colors around me began to jump up, the edges began to sharpen.
I took another hit.
Geometric designs started to appear, It felt like nothing I have ever experienced (to that point).
"One more hit dude! One more"
"I can't, I can't!"
"Take it!"
The pipe was almost forced into my mouth and I took the final hit.
The drug threw my body back into a laying down position, and closed my eyes.
As I stared into the warm black space of a closed eyelid, Geometric patterns started to form.
I watched the intricate pattern for about 15 seconds.
Suddenly, I felt my spirit breaking through what is normally considered reality. I had a divine sence of breaking through something. Almost like breaking through the fabric of existance.
My body was falling forward through a tube in hyper speed. Looking around it seemed like I was almost in space. In another world..
A world that is living, whose veins formed intracate geometric patterns, whose veins weren't filled with blood, but light. This light was everywhere, it was so spectacular. It pulsed. It changed, constantly. It was alive.
Suddenly, my movement stopped.
I was somewhere completely unnatural to human existance. It felt like heaven.
Entities made their way toward me.
I was frightened. They were peaceful though.
They said "don't lend yourself to amazement." Which was nearly impossible, I was being presented with thousands of impossible details per second. Even the cells that created this amazing place seemed to have worlds just like it inside themselves.
The entities were probing me, exploring me, almost like a surgery.
Then the entities did something very strange, they began to sing. It almost seems wrong to call it "singing". They were using their voices to create, they were singing things into existance.
They said "do it! do it!"
They were very presistant.
"DO IT!"
I felt a bubble come through my existance.
I sang.
"THERE YOU GO! DO IT! DO IT!"
It came out of my mouth.
To my suprise, it wasn't sound. It was vision. It's very hard to explain. No one will comprehend it unless they have experienced.
Then slowly, slowly, the world started to melt away. Almost like a dream.
After five minutes my room came back together. It was a triangle, and there was grass on the carpet, but none the less it was my room.
Another minute passed and I preceded to tell my friend what I had experienced. It was probably more than I could explain to you, because it's very hard to remember. It's like trying to remember a dream.
So all in all
.
"Life is but a dream..."

(This blog is completely fictional)

I'm waiting. Waiting for anything. Waiting for summer, for winter, fall, or spring. Waiting to fail or to prosper, just waiting for something. Waiting for Jesus most of all. Every night when I'm going to bed I just think about when he's going to come back. Will I be left behind? Would it be sad, to see everyone I haven't spread the word to just be left here on earth? Or would I be so filled with joy sorry wouldn't consume me?


DO YOU REMEMBER?
Do you remember snowballs?
Do you remember butterflies in your stomach when you saw her?
Do you remember lying to your parents?
Do you remember the flowers?
Do you remember third grade?
When was the last time you remembered?
Tell me what you remember that inspires you to make the best out of life.
DO YOU REMEMBER?