It’s morning.
Time doesn’t really matter, because morning is a delicate and quite subjective matter to me.
So, I just returned in reality from a rather interesting mental trip I was into,
and I am not very happy about it.
I’m still pretty intoxicated from that sick subconscious of mine.
Something is missing.
I start my daily routine, coffee, facebook, twitter etc. but still…
Something is missing.
I try to recall that beautiful trip I had last night. But wait. It’s not there!
I try and try but I can’t remember shit.
Here we go. I’m miserable again.
Oh, well, I will open the window. Maybe the sun is still up and I will see some light to cheer me up.
No luck. It’s raining. So, what’s missing?
Some music. Yes. It’s time to travel.
I press the play button and I surrender to my
mind’s departure once again.