Flying

High rise to lay down

Calling out for someone else, no light around except for the pure rays covering the heavy eyes. Lids feel like bloated bags filled with regrets and lost opportunities. But the lips taste the overjoying, luscious flavour of a small squared brick, bitter and sweet fills an odour nostrils and lungs. Delightfully foreign pushes the colorful flood through the veins, flickering lights create worlds filled with dreams. The body rises higher and higher, keeps the soul in a state of constant trance. Images follow images to flush upon the inward eyes, leaving the rising restless but also comfortably numb. As if wings sprung from the back, transition leads on and on, painting the wanderer a way full of beauty and love. The craving in the soul rises with every step as the powerful essence hits the neurones. Like a rocket being fuelled by its oil-mixture, the soul achieves its power by pleausring itself with different kinds of medication. Only to be laid down again finally in a deep, smooth sleep which is the only escape from the world around that is perceived as a perverted sphere full of pain and fear. A sleep so penetratingly deep yet so relieving that the soul's desire longs for more and more and more until the flight becomes a fall into the covering arms of a lover that won't let go of its beloved anymore as it needs the soul as its own fuel...