The Most Beautiful Form of Brain Damage.

I suffer from the most beautiful form of brain damage. I don't see the world as you do. Behind my eyes a world of colour lives and breathes, swells and falls in my mind. In front of my eyes things that don't move move, sway and stagger. Pattens form in distant emptiness, blank walls buzz with an eclectic hum. I believe i see more beauty in the world, and for that i am greatful.

But how did this brain damage come to be? Through my own reality escaping endeavours, namely LSD. The drug has given me this, beautiful curse, over years of abuse. The main question I believe I should be held accountable for is, "Why did you let it come to this?" Well sir the signs were there, I knew what was coming. But how could I not abuse something so beautiful, so magical?

I couldn't. The funny thing in this whole situation is that in seeking a strong temporary escape from reality, I have attained a lesser permanent one.

And I wouldn't swap it for anything.