You can’t help but think of death, like the body is rejecting what the mind is doing. This clashing moment of mind over matter, pure fear, pure panic, the physical is falling. I noticed a swallowing, like my throat was trying to swallow itself, maybe, just maybe one or two drips from the pineal gland.
I mean, my body thought it was death, my mind new better, tried to keep a hand on the wheel.
And there was this half second of diving over the edge, but then you swallow it, and you accept that everything falls, gravity will always let you down, death is rushing towards your face, but it’s usual linear. Death is usually left to right, not bottom to top.
Such a rush of head chemicals, I’ve had this crushing headache since, brutal headache, like something saying
” you haven’t used those receptors in a quite a while”
Part of me wants to do it again immediately , feel very,,,,very very awake. Very awake.
dawn 