Are my thoughts oscillating within the boundaries of the hallucinogenic realm? Guess they are, because I can picture them being much similar to the rock elm, These thoughts being spread out in an ornate fashion while defying logic, Causing a dilemma in my mind and questioning myself - whether it’s chronologic? Well, I admit that this does cause a stir of hilarious uproars in my speech, You would see me bragging a lot about ideologies which I rarely preach, But it’s cool, because I am in a happy state of mind, And all these illusions bring a sense of calmness to the chaotic kind.
It was pitch dark, the moon shined like never before, The stars had spread across like the colours in splatter painting, I am sure my eyes were gazing at a splendid view, I could hear the insects talk, the ripples make noise, Could feel the peace creep within my body, could feel it in my nerves, A peace that my body was craving for, that nature bestowed upon me, I sat their engrossed in a conversation with unknown folks, The interest was at a peak, more than with a conversation with known folks, Time flew by, like the way it flows when someone is with the one he loves, Then came a time when the body wanted a walk in the darkness of the night, Amongst the company of a stanger , a stranger with a beautiful soul, So we climbed our way across an army of pointed rocks, With a little effort we reached where we wanted to walk, Could see the never ending path brightened by moons glow, we walked along the shadows cast by the sideway trees, stomping the crunchy leaves, On a walk whose desti...
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