Corner Sitting

The drug courses through my body freeing myself from the cares of the universe. I sit in the corner of the room while the world, melts together into a mixture of sight and sound. Psychedelic music surrounds my body as incoherency dances with my mind. Small rainbows flicker in and out of view as my mind frantically grasps for rationality. Never care for insofar as much *hope* this feeling never leaves my soul.