HOME | DD

Description
Getting baked
When you're down
That's one thing
It's...
It's relieving. An escape.
But getting baked
When you're happy?
Laying on the couch,
Head on the comfiest pillow ever
That has our saying on it,
"Love you to the
Moon and back,"
I'm happy.
Brilliantly happy.
Perfectly content.

At peace.

As I lay there though,
In a cloud of happy,
And I take a few puffs
From my saxophone pipe (XD)
I lay back
And sink in a little.
Every part of me feels weighed down
But in the best way.
I'm sinking into the cushions
And they're propping me up
Like I'm a rockstar surfing the crowd.
And now I tilt my head up
And the crowd isn't there
In the best way
And I hear the fan behind me
The fan that brings the cold refreshing air
To OUR bedroom (<3)
And I'm transported to the sky.
I feel my soul liiiift
From my body and float.
I close my eyes and I'm soaring.
Effortlessly.
I have no wings,
I'm flying like a Chinese Dragon
And grinning the whole way.

Long hair flowing behind me
(I have short hair but I've been wanting to grow it out. Apparently my subconscious REALLY wants long hair back)
Long hair flowing behind me,
I get a thought
And I grin
Let's try it.
I put my arms in front of me,
My hands making fists
I'M SUPERMAN!!!!!
And I twirl midair,
My cape slapping my ankles.
It should be annoying but
I love it.
Then Rock Lobster by the B-52s begins playing
Not out loud anywhere but in my head
And now flying beside me is everything in the song
Slowing morphing and appearing as the song continues.
I never knew manta rays
Would look so beautiful in the sky.
And the narwhal...
For some reason as a kid
I always thought they were a myth.
Now looking at this beauty beside me
I think again,
Is this thing real?!
Something this beautiful
Lives on this planet?
This planet we reside on
And with so many depressed people
I'M depressed usually.
But how WAS I when something
With this richter scale 8.9 BEAUTY
In its depths.
"HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE,"
Goes the song
Still playing in my head
And that beauty is abruptly changed
And everything erupted in a
Volcanic explosion of color
And the woman's face,
She was screaming like they do in the song
That cursed song
And I'm falling now, the color explosion
And the large almost-unclad woman
They get smaller and smaller
Further and further away
But I can't feel the fall

And then the song stops
And I float back down
Down to the couch
Gently like a leaf in the wind.
The AC turns on
My toes are cold.
I stare at the popcorn ceiling,
My head still on the Pillow of Love
(That's the feeling it gives my brain,
Normally felt subconsciously
But now it's like it's cuddling me.
A hug from my love),
My head still on the Pillow of Love,
I smile
Like the women in romance movies smile
Gently, coyly,
A hand going up to the heart,
Head turned slightly away,
Eyes partially closed or just looking down,
A beautiful rose on her cheeks.
I look at the ceiling again.
Never have I ever felt such love and joy.
So at peace,
And I want to remember this
Treasure this
For when I need to recall it
When I'm feeling down again
And I always feel down.
Or at least I think I do.

I need to fix that, think more positively.
Mind over matter:
If I think I'm happy
Then I will be.

Remember the good times,
And enjoy the little thing.

And don't be afraid to be cheesy and cliche,
People say they hate it,
But it's damn cute and everyone knows it.

Description
Getting baked
When you're down
That's one thing
It's...
It's relieving. An escape.
But getting baked
When you're happy?
Laying on the couch,
Head on the comfiest pillow ever
That has our saying on it,
"Love you to the
Moon and back,"
I'm happy.
Brilliantly happy.
Perfectly content.

At peace.

As I lay there though,
In a cloud of happy,
And I take a few puffs
From my saxophone pipe (XD)
I lay back
And sink in a little.
Every part of me feels weighed down
But in the best way.
I'm sinking into the cushions
And they're propping me up
Like I'm a rockstar surfing the crowd.
And now I tilt my head up
And the crowd isn't there
In the best way
And I hear the fan behind me
The fan that brings the cold refreshing air
To OUR bedroom (<3)
And I'm transported to the sky.
I feel my soul liiiift
From my body and float.
I close my eyes and I'm soaring.
Effortlessly.
I have no wings,
I'm flying like a Chinese Dragon
And grinning the whole way.

Long hair flowing behind me
(I have short hair but I've been wanting to grow it out. Apparently my subconscious REALLY wants long hair back)
Long hair flowing behind me,
I get a thought
And I grin
Let's try it.
I put my arms in front of me,
My hands making fists
I'M SUPERMAN!!!!!
And I twirl midair,
My cape slapping my ankles.
It should be annoying but
I love it.
Then Rock Lobster by the B-52s begins playing
Not out loud anywhere but in my head
And now flying beside me is everything in the song
Slowing morphing and appearing as the song continues.
I never knew manta rays
Would look so beautiful in the sky.
And the narwhal...
For some reason as a kid
I always thought they were a myth.
Now looking at this beauty beside me
I think again,
Is this thing real?!
Something this beautiful
Lives on this planet?
This planet we reside on
And with so many depressed people
I'M depressed usually.
But how WAS I when something
With this richter scale 8.9 BEAUTY
In its depths.
"HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE,"
Goes the song
Still playing in my head
And that beauty is abruptly changed
And everything erupted in a
Volcanic explosion of color
And the woman's face,
She was screaming like they do in the song
That cursed song
And I'm falling now, the color explosion
And the large almost-unclad woman
They get smaller and smaller
Further and further away
But I can't feel the fall

And then the song stops
And I float back down
Down to the couch
Gently like a leaf in the wind.
The AC turns on
My toes are cold.
I stare at the popcorn ceiling,
My head still on the Pillow of Love
(That's the feeling it gives my brain,
Normally felt subconsciously
But now it's like it's cuddling me.
A hug from my love),
My head still on the Pillow of Love,
I smile
Like the women in romance movies smile
Gently, coyly,
A hand going up to the heart,
Head turned slightly away,
Eyes partially closed or just looking down,
A beautiful rose on her cheeks.
I look at the ceiling again.
Never have I ever felt such love and joy.
So at peace,
And I want to remember this
Treasure this
For when I need to recall it
When I'm feeling down again
And I always feel down.
Or at least I think I do.

I need to fix that, think more positively.
Mind over matter:
If I think I'm happy
Then I will be.

Remember the good times,
And enjoy the little thing.

And don't be afraid to be cheesy and cliche,
People say they hate it,
But it's damn cute and everyone knows it.