The Devil's Plaything: 'Floyd a reprise'

The Other day being bugged up and sweaty cause of heat I decided to make this summer afternoon big. For these occasions I always hold an ace up my sleeve. 'In Floyd I trust.' This music is always a trip, literally. It took me out to places not often visited; and those too the ones beyond my level of understanding. By the end of first album I felt like I had been to places and lived an entire lifetime outside of the one I currently lead. It was a sort of split personality. I always wanted to be there but here I was. I felt as if I had found definition in the universe and my emotions had gone the full spectrum, from absolutely stupefied to absolutely jubilant!I was on to infinite understanding which embarked in me overwhelming relief and happiness. I recognized feelings that I had left somewhere while growing up (the sense of sucurity, admiration, love and dependency that I had for my parents).

The trip gave me perspective on everything and made me understand the level to which a person changes, although everything remains a part of myself. I could not help but feel that I had been in this (tripping out) state/place before, the feeling of protection, something watching over me ensured me, c'mon dig deeper look harder, understand, it's not that scary. I was able to push through the overwhelming fear of understanding something beyond myself and was rewarded with feeling of absolute relief, joy and appreciation the likes of which I cannot express with mere words. It was as if I had reached another level. The shroom offered me paths to travel on (trip) an! d the one I chose took me to a gateway. Although I was tripping with a group, I knew none of them were with me, I had taken a different path. They wanted me to stay, they were scared of the places that I wanted to go, but I went, I left them. It was as if I was leaving my/their world for another place that everyone else was scared to go to, I felt as if I was I was leaving my life, dying. I was terrified of (the unknown), but I chose to go that direction, to let go (the option seemed no worse than life could possibly be, I was done here).
I wished that I had somebody with me, somebody to keep me company, to see what I see, to understand what was going on, but once I reached the 'pinnacle' I realized that I was not alone, and that somehow my best friend had shared the whole experience with me, although it was clear that he did not. It was all a part of me, everything was a part of me. It was all a delusion, but it really happened because it changed me as a person. It has changed me as a person, not so much socially, but more so internally. I am no longer depressed as I had been (beyond my knowledge) for such a long time, I understand things on a different level now, and live my life for what it is, not what I think that it should be.

I feel, like a different person. It is dissapointing that I cannot (in any remote detail) remember the experience that I had. I can only remember the emotions associated with it. It just feels like this empty 'blip' in my timeline that has deflected my life in another direction. Oh, this is way longer than I anticipated it to be. I could go on forever trying to explore what I can remember from so much that happened to me on that trip.