Or maybe my thoughts while tripping could have been a more accurate title actually because I am also tripping wile writing this, well any way.
So the other night I was tripping on 2 hits of some stuff called Pandora, I wasn’t tripping incredibly hard, for the first 2 hours (until I smoked a bowl) the trip was kind of like a nice layer of relaxing ambient energy.every sound produced, like the scrapping of my checkers on the playing bored, was significant. After I smoked some pretty dank flower the trip turned more introspective and I started to reflect on my childhood, I meditated on memories and feelings I haven’t thought about in years. Later I find my self in the hottub with my head under the water, eyes closed and fully engrossed in the splendors of my imagination and a thought struck me. Tripping makes you a kid again, for a short wile. The power my imagination has wile on a psychedelic makes me remember the days when I could run around and actually become the super hero I was imagining. Some where along the line wile I was growing up I lost a bit of that imagination, but when I’m tripping I can feel it again..but for now my writing is over, I have a very compelling urge to roll and stretch on the enticing pull out couch near by.