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It was windy and the leaves in the trees were like hands waving goodbye. And the leaves seemed to be swaying with the music in my head.

Shutting my eyes as tight as I could, I began talking about ridiculous things. I sat among the dandelions in a snow covered field, the February climate veiled itself in June's emotions.

Smoking and tripping was all I could do, and I asked myself, "Would you like to go to heaven tonight?"

I could now hear the voices breaking into the songs of my mind music, the idiom of words danced with my expressions.

I wanted to halt time, so that one single minute could become a forever pause. 

I could no longer catch my breath and my hands were trembling, even my head wanted to split open.

I could now hear better, the harmony of noises; and could distinguish the movements of the dandelions.

I was learning structures and dimensions, with the wind in my long hair, without my eyeglasses on.

All the time I spent dazed, I could have very well picked those weeds...instead, I meditated on the garment of snow and waited for my desires to play themselves out.