While siting with the Bohemian in our dinning room, I heard a classical tune playing in the room next door; classical music, like the mood-music of an old 40's movie~ it was very pungent, and carried me off to a land of eloquence and sophistication; a world of the past age.
The lighting in the room, which was as dank as the vegetation we were smoking only aided the moody, and swaying Ballerina-like movements of a scene set in rhythm, dance and song, like all those countless balls which flooded the scenes of the rich and wonderful.~
Then back; back to the scene at present, like having a splash of water on the face, or a high pitched sound that wakes you from a pretty dream.
I was growing tired, yet~ interested in expanding my exploration on this strange and rather colourful visualization.~ I went upstairs, turned on my fan, and sat staring at my ceiling (which has wooden planks across, almost Tudor-style).~ I sat, and thought about turning on music, but I heard the rhythm of the fan, and the sounds of the air outside, and decided to just sit and absorb something beyond my regular intake.~
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I laid down on my bed, and stared up at the white painted wooden ceiling..~ I started to trail, seeing a world outside of my regular, inspirational world. I saw the inspirations of painters, of fashion designers, and other Artsy peoples.~ I started to see things Outside the box~~ and through another Box,.~ Someone else eyes,, someone else's View.
I Then started to explore the possibilities of Constructing my own trip..~ My own Visuals in my head,, and forming my own Astral Projections..~ >~ ;)
I walked up
Your soul's of-age.~
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