It's like a lucid dream.
But one you can't wake up from.
Your nerves start dancing but your mind finally knows complete tranquility. The music that used to fill your ears flows through your veins so you can feel every beat, note, and strum. Moments that used to race by now are stuck on pause in a state of lethargy, only caring about floating with the breeze, reminding you that just like hot and cold, time is relative. And everything is all laid out, just waiting to be painted.
But one you can't wake up from.
Your nerves start dancing but your mind finally knows complete tranquility. The music that used to fill your ears flows through your veins so you can feel every beat, note, and strum. Moments that used to race by now are stuck on pause in a state of lethargy, only caring about floating with the breeze, reminding you that just like hot and cold, time is relative. And everything is all laid out, just waiting to be painted.
