• In giving ourself to world we make ourself invincible we remove our skin and replace it with hardened steel we put our emotions in a bag and throw them into the sea we give up the idea of ever getting anywhere but here in this giving away of ourselfs it does not matter if we…

  • psykadeliska trippar och andra droger erbjuder ett annat perspektiv en annan verklighet om det är så att man inte känner sig trygg med den verklighet man har så kan det perpektivet som droger erbjuder definitvt verka lockande men det finns så mycket att utforska i den “vanliga” världen varje ögonblick är så rikt så fylligt,…

  • Tar vid när det inte längre finns någon hemlig utväg när man är naken och på en plats där man inte vill vara alla korten ligger på bordet och det är kort som jag inte klarar av att se på de är överväldigande paniken kryper igenom min kropp som små myror jag fylls på av…

  • Varje gång beroendet tar kontroll över mig så är det just det: Jag låter det ta kontroll av mig. Jag ser inte tillräckligt klarsynt for att kunna se det för vad det är. Inget mer än en tanke som uppstår i mitt medvetande. De gångerna när jag ger vika för beroendet och tar den där…

  • What is it that im trying to touch, why do i want to do it in the first place, what part of regular, sober reality, is it that is not enough? Perhaps there is something very human about always wanting more, somewhere else, different, i guess psychedelics speaks to that side of us, it offers…

  • today i made such an effort that i forgot i existed i gave it my all and in it i lost myself completely it was a heavy burden lifted on my shoulders i took a a step into my immortality into that which exists when i dont the ground which i stand upon it was…

  • The expectation of a clean slate is deafening it is also in so many ways freeing but sometimes it feels so free thats its constricting that it makes me unable to move and actually do anything worthwhile at all theres so much to do but who knows what is right who knows how i should…

  • The ground of my strong identity was pulled from underneath me I fell helplessly into love there was not the tiniest hint of choice in it it was like from another world something took me and threw me into this state of falling that i now find myself in i can see the world passing…

  • from the second we are born we are shaped by everything around us they world puts its mark on us and in return we out ours on it this goes in an endless spiral where nobody can tell you when it will end or who or what set it into motion it is well and…

  • as i suffer in silence i distance myself from the world i make a decision to live outside it when we share the truth inside us we become real our thoughts cease to be thoughts as they become words spoken to another human they open up a new way of being with eachother and at…