the anarchist community left me behind
I left the punk rock street community
And my soulmate left the world
And I traded passion for stability
And I traded psychedelics for the opposite
to be a slave to society is to not be free to hear the music
I left the anarchist community behind
And found other things
That I love to celebrate and be free
I left busking on the streets and singing songs behind
I left celebrating alone and traded it for
Sometimes imperfect family
I traded wandering the streets dropping acid
For sitting in a room and having lots of dreams
I traded it all
So trade a mystic connection to becoming crazy. Trade drug use for exploring solar systems when asleep. Don't necessarily trust your psychiatrist. They don't really want you to blossom anyways. I traded freedom for white pills and stability and maybe love. Do I want to have a date with the marijuana plant again someday? Of course, for O how I love the cannabis spirit. I never dd get the chance to experience DMT, and Damon Lythos passed away, he took his own life. It is sad, he is in hell, maybe he will get to heaven, hopefully he won't reincarnate. I want to see his long hair again. Yea, Damon was my daredevil. Yea, he was.
Stephen Palke ghosted me, that's okay. He is my imaginary friend now. I'm not crazy, just an autistic girl who did too many drugs. Now my head is even more messed up. Kept in its pieces for now. The anxiety I feel sometimes, the anxiety psych kills keeps away, I used to be so afraid of it.
I practice lucid dreaming now. It teaches me things about my subconscious mind. And maybe one day I will be free.