Sometimes the trip. Without using your legs. With no means of transport. Without LSD or other. Only in the mind.
a few minutes. I go where I want to go at that time. It is not fantasy. It is free thought.
Like me with music.
I bring with me if you like.
The places where I have almost always solitary, away from everything. Escape, in short.
A plain sight. Gray, brown, burgundy. I see it from above. I like to see things from above and then declined. A very long road. Silence.
I set out along the road toward the horizon. The sky is white and yellow.
Now I'm riding a camel. As I guess that straddle a camel. I feel the smell of camel and is equal to the smell of horse. The camel is. We walk towards the horizon without haste.
around, always gray, brown and burgundy. It looks like a landscape turned off, but it is not. It is very nice, however.
Light wind on your face. Tranquillity. Silence. Far down there, I like to see a figure who is waiting for me. I choose to see my mother that I no longer have. He smiles. I really like being a bit 'with her, here in my places of the mind. It gives me a hand to help me get off the camel. He smiles and I smile. There are no words that come out of his mouth. But it looks that convey thoughts.
tell her everything about me and of my life with that look. And she welcomes what is beautiful has happened to me. We are together, sitting at a table, eyes on the horizon. We drink tea, even if we never drank together, when he was alive. Always smiling.
The music tells me that it is evening and I have to go back. The wordless greeting and hug. I climb back on the camel, aided by my mother, and go. The return trip takes a minute.
I was fine. Without using your legs. With no means of transport. Without LSD or other. Only in the mind.
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