The Road To Enlightenment

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A fantastical drug-induced recollection .

Submitted: January 03, 2012

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Time seemed to slow as I took my third hit; my thoughts became clear, my vision sharper, and my hearing crisp and firm. As I exhaled, and the thick lavender smoke poured out of my throat, and lungs exiting my body through my open mouth, I started to realize that nothing was as it seemed. I looked straight forward at my wall which was painted a vibrant crimson red. ‘What if it’s not really red?’ I thought to my bemused self, ‘what if it’s just the way my eye and all of its organs work that makes it seem red?’ I looked at my friend Alex who was sitting next to me with his eyes closed slumped on the said wall his curly auburn hair was greasy and flaxen his clothes dirty, and old, to ask him, but found him off in a dreamy sleep. Does Alex see the wall as a different shade of crimson? Should I ask him?.... No.’ I looked at my hands, ‘Am I real? Is any of this real?’ I looked up wanting to see the inky black eternal sky full of stars, to contemplate the question instead I found the numerous paint stalactites all just as unique as any star, and was enthralled. As I looked I saw many images, as if connecting the dots. After aimlessly staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes I shakily stood. I realized suddenly with a rush that I had thick wool socks on, and reveled in the sensation of their cozy warmth. I put out the joint masterfully rolled, and streaked with purple resin, smothering it on the wall I had been leaning on, and dropped it in the right pocket of my khaki’s. It left a distinct black sooty mark, one of many on the wall, I thought it looked like dozens of tiny meteors had struck my walls, leaving craters on the surface. I trudged to the door on the opposite side of the room, I grasped the knob. ‘It’s so cold’ I realized as my fingers touched the gleaming brass. It sent a pleasurable shiver up my spinal cord, mingling with the warmth from my socks. I slowly twisted, and pulled the doorknob bringing the door back into the room and with it, a warm breeze. I cautiously stepped out into the hallway of my small apartment, happily imagining every monster of my childhood was waiting behind the corners, and furniture. After slowly and thoroughly establishing that the coast was clear I walked the short distance to my kitchen and the ultimate destination my refrigerator. I slowly pulled the door open; trying to remember what was in it. I had it open, but kept my head behind the door seeing the rays of light from the inside seeping out into the darkness of the apartment. My efforts to remember the contents of the refrigerator had been met with failure, so I decided to look.  ‘Nothing… It’s absolutely fucking barren in here.’ I thought dismayed, I was about to close the door defeated, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of orange. Curious, I looked again, opening the drawer. “Grapefruit..” I said happily, my mouth already salivating. I eagerly reached into the drawer, curling my fingers around my next meal. I held it up for inspection in the light of the refrigerator. ‘It’s beautiful..’ I thought after gazing at it. It was a perfect circle with mottled red, orange, and yellow coloring all in perfect correlation. ‘It’s like I’m holding the sun in the palm of my hand, maybe I shouldn’t eat it then?’ “No I’m too hungry”. I walked away from the fridge, leaving it ajar for light. I located my silverware drawer on the other side of the kitchen, and opened it. Inside the drawer, a single lonely chipped butter knife. “Dammit.” I reached in took the knife in hand, and closed the drawer. I walked to the den, and sat on one of the three wooden chairs. I held the grapefruit firmly in my hand, and began to eagerly saw away. ‘Digging for treasure’ I thought with a chuckle. It took the better part of two minutes before I had the bitter beautiful peal torn off of the fruit. I skillfully cut away the rest of the white material surrounding the actual fruit. After I had finished, I stared at the wet glistening meat of the fruit made up of hundreds of individual seed like capsules full of juice. I looked at it a moment longer, then held it up to my mouth the juice sliding down my wrists, and took a bite..


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