Organic Escape

He couldn't remember when he actually swallowed them. That single moment seemed so far away. Lost amongst a gurgling sea of memories and swirling thoughts. Tucked away somewhere deep in his head. But he did remember how they tasted. How they stuck to his tongue, clinging to his taste buds like they didn't want to go down his throat. The flavor was offensive. Flooding and potent. He wanted to gag. The more he chewed to try and swallow, the worse it got. The texture was like a sponge had been cut up and thrown in his mouth.

Eventually he got them down and he began to relax. His friend who he had bought them from made sure to reiterate that he needed to be calm. In a happy place. Physically and mentally. It just made sense to walk out deep into his family's land, amongst the rolled hay that littered the fields. He had grown up there - run through the meadows and pastures, between the grazing cows, breathed the cool fall air - it felt like home as much as anywhere else.

He found the perfect spot. Flat and open.

When the sky began to melt, all he could do was smile. The world had seemed to stop. Sounds increased, but cancelled each other out - becoming a static in the distance that eventually faded away. His mind cleared. All that mattered were the colors. Above him were brilliant trails, stretching across the sky as far as he could see - as if a thousand snails had passed by, leaving shimmering trails. The sun was brilliant. Burning brightly along the horizon, warming every inch of his skin. Trees glowed around the edges - bright green halos burst from their leaves. Each one of his limbs felt as light as the air, as if he could actually drift away were he to merely think it. He wanted to exit his body. Float up, lost in the passing clouds - becoming one of the blurs.

Just, disappear.

But he couldn't. The grass beneath him felt so comforting. Each individual blade was reaching out to him, touching him, calling to him. As a whole, they embraced him. Soothed his back, wrapped around his fingers, held him up. For this trip, they weren't merely his acquaintances. They were his friends. His family. He couldn't leave them, for they wouldn't leave him.

It was bliss. The world around him was unfolding - revealing itself. For the first time he actually felt whole. One with the planet. Looking to his side, he only wished he had someone to share the experience with.

A hand to hold on his journey.

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