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There I go, to a place where a woman stands in the window showing more than her face. The cobblestone road leads me to a green toad sitting on a mushroom cap, a gateway to the fantasy map. Eat this he says just for a few euros; a magical bliss you wouldn’t want to miss.

I ate the fruit of crazy knowledge; not knowing what I had come to see, but also not realizing I’d lose little bit of me.

We wandered through the beautiful city, a rich world that had been unknown to me. To my amazement I started to see a slight luminous overtone, created by the trees. There I go, walking this yellow brick road knowing that I stand stoned but feeling as though, I’m right with the green toad.

I walked across the road when the celestially thin air began to get cold. To the park! I said, out loud. A bench is what I found calling me. Come sit and watch the pond reflect thee. A saxophone’s note gracefully danced through the air as I glazed out and stared. A moment of bliss as I had wished; but now to my dismay the shroom would lead me astray.

Sitting red head and I walked back to the fort right before the anxiety would get sucked out my throat. A storm was burrowing right below my soul; a passage was to be made for a toll.

The intensity was picking up the dust as I walked through the mass of soulful wanders with maps.

My legs started to regress from my mental distress back to a state of infancy.

In my fleeting moments of controlled sanity, I laid down to rest before the birth of my painful enlightenment. My body was fighting the pull of losing control as I tried to sustain what I had left; but this body of mine began to erupt on the inside from this unintended suicide.

Hot lava began to spew as the earth beneath me lost its gravity, and in that exact moment I’d loose all capacity. My functions gave way when I started to smell death, a daunting presence of sad regret. No! No, I tried to say but my will was taken away as I started to hallucinate.

My eyes saw images of those that were dear, followed by an immense shame upon my name. Fear plagued my body as cancer consumes each cell, overtaking life with its poisonous gel.

On the cold floor, paralyzed beside the door, I saw the outline of my friend. Though the light was too bright to see the details of her panic-stricken face; I knew her heart was beating like she was running her yearly marathon race.

The anticipation of what was to come from this destructive path intensified the pangs of this experience.

Today I stand to say, use your imagination wisely as it can run away to place without light, stripping you of all your God given rights.

Written by: ~ OmiMonte