Harmony sat with her back to the door. Her drapes shut tight, so no light entered her room,save for one small beam, cast on the floor in front of her.The stray beam cut through the dark void of the still room like a knife. But Harmony did not notice the bright intruder,she was occuppied with… Continue reading Whispers
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Never be so sure. . .
Its been so long since I’ve taken mescaline and shrooms. I’m finally in that midstate again. The walls pulsing and everything is so beautiful. Sara is beside me in the chair by the couch.