Gravity feels reversed,
Like an invisible magnetism to the blue,
I may be a helium balloon,
The sky is pulling on my feet,
I grip on to this wasteland by fingernails,
Barely snagging on to this loathsome wild west,
A sudden gasp,
And I’m off,
Falling away from reality,
Off in to the stratosphere I go,
Past an ovation of psychedelic clouds,
My ears pop at the sound of their symphony,
The sky becomes a spirited aurora borealis,
My senses stewed by the prismatic heavens,
Warping around me as I fall upward,
I watch real life fade on the horizon,
I don’t want my feet to fall on reality again,
I prefer this intoxicating madness.
WorldofHarley 