

and it makes me wonder why we erect so many boundaries, why we hide our beautiful souls, afraid to be alive, letting others decide for us, as if there were a better way, any way other than my own. I laugh with strangers and tell them my name. they’re leaving tomorrow and it stings. why am I crying? who is Sean or Manuela or Roxanne but wonderful moments to me now, and I can see it so clearly right now. I’m going and going and going all over, and I know I’m tripping, but I don’t know for how long. why do drugs love the soul? why do they make me ramble this nonsense now? now, while I’m mad and raging and reeling with energy, does it take 28 years to be me?
so I took a synthetic hallucinogen called 25 I about 3 hours ago.

estoy enamorado y su nombre es Camila….

(Source: , via tetris)




