Wish I could talk in technicolor.
Wish I could show you the world
I see I am.

No recreational chemistry ever, ever involved.

Just Self and an aware Universe
Within it…

Stories, it is all stories 
and explosions of stories
And all the “what ifs”
And how to frame it all.

Uncountable eyes, each a question,
Looking within the Self, at themselves,
From uncountable angles and angels,
With infinite numbers of plot twists and variations.
Asking, “what if” and “what sort of existence am i?”

And all these life times of unlimited possibilities
Take place in one instant, one eternity.
In the time it takes pure awareness 
To wake up and notice itSelf.

D. Smith