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I'm going back to the basics.
I'm returning to the roots.
I'm seeing everything as it is.
It's healing as it hurts.

Trees, birds, earth, life...
It's where I want to be.
With everyone I care about
All surrounding me.

This rug of intricate beauty is almost too comfortable...

And the magic carpet ascends.
The trip has just begun.

It's a glorious sight,
Yet it somehow freaks the shit out of me.

...And I'm here.
But Why?
Where should I be?

The stars here are way too bright.
My eyes are too sensitive for the light.

I come back with assistance.
But I don't fully come back.
Insanity sets in and I've lost all sense of self.

I am the storm,
But I rise above.
I ride the storm for hours back to reality.

I've never been so happy to be disappointed.