The sensate impression of a fervent, sweaty dream, the heat of alchemical fire, and a wooden box filled with trichromic catnip. Inhale deeply, slide open the moonroof, and scream into the glittering black void. Now do it again, this time from your gut. Scream until your voice pierces the veil. Scream until your voice crackles and fades into the darkness. Scream until your voice is gone and the silence covers you like a blanket.
A brick wall covered in ivy. They used to say that the shadows on the moon are darker than shadows on earth, but what they don’t know is that this is no longer true, because feelings can be facts and silence can be an answer too. Do you keep your crystal visions to yourself? If you answered yes, now ask yourself why.
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Think about these things today: the color of a raging fire, a milky chunk of ulexite, music in the key of E, the feel of sunshine on your shoulders, and the fierce cognitive reasoning of rhodiola rosea.