and we are just

As the bright light bobs up and down the river with no end, i wondered as to when it would cease, the brutality of it all. On and on did it go, relentless as ever. never once did the mighty stop and let the little lamp be. How dreadful i did wonder, it would be in that position, only to later realise, We, like that light, are just lamps in the whirlpool...

heady

Colorful lights. Hazy mist. The essence of lavender fills the room. Sense of peace. A sense of calm. Resting on your shoulders is nothing but your head. Light-headed as it may be. Soulful strains of soothing music. Psychedelic surroundings. World on a different level. A feeling matched by nothing. Beat by none. Parallel to none. Calling on the paranormal, the start of an experience, never to be forgotten. Light breeze swishes the curtains. An air of absolute pleasure.