I come back to this sober world where I care for my physical body, my survival, and my future. Back from a whole month or more so sexed and drugged that I forgot who I was and just became a part of and in love with everything. I didn’t even realize I’d misplaced so much of my ego.

My meditation, too, served to lift me up and out of myself so that what I was concerned with most was everyone else and everything around me.

Now back here, more in my body, my thoughts are more often of looking better and maximizing returns on my investments, rather than poetry and dreams that came to me constantly while I was open to everything.

I was looking up into the open sky and overwhelmed by it so probably processing the same amount as I am now looking very far into a deep, narrow hole. They are either both lenses to the same thing or they are opposites.