Lucid like LSD

I've heard that when you take acid, you can see the trees breathing; the veins in your hands turn into rainbows, circling your muscles and bones as if touched by magic. I've heard that bad acid trips will leave you alone in the dark, fighting for your life on your way to the bathroom, your demons clawing their way out of your consciousness.

When people see my art, it's not going to be a revelation, not anything that's going to reconnect neurons. It's just going to exist, but hopefully with something 'extra' that makes it my own, something that will spark inspiration in someone else.

I want a rainbow to appear on the horizon as they read my writing, though it may only exist for a moment, a second of illumination that makes them look twice.

I want readers to feel disjointed after reading my writing; I want them to think about what I've written later that day, in the car on their way to the grocery store, sitting in their claustrophobic cubicle while dreading the forty hour week ahead. I want them to connect with what I say, but in a way where they don't realize its impact until they need it, when they're struggling and think - she went through this, too.

When readers read my writing, I want them to feel less alone. When I write, I'm coming from a vulnerable place, and hopefully I can give someone else the courage to write from their vulnerable places, too.