it’s spelled with one o09.20.06

Trying to document your thoughts while being ridiculously high does not work.

A million thoughts running through my head this evening and though I can’t recall any specifics, I remember them all being brilliant revelations. I tried jotting them down as quickly as I could but the instant I put the pen on the paper, they disappeared as abruptly as they had emerged. I even remember trying an audio recording as a means of documenting but that was a failed effort as well. The thoughts remained exclusive to my mind and refused to exist in any sort of physical manifestation or even a clear recollection. The details were as vague as can be the following morning. It may have just been the drugs talking, but I swear they told me everything.

Filed In: Life, Photo, Rambles
Series: high, journal, Sony DSC-P200

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