The Trip.

((I don't know if you can call this a poem, but I didn't know where else to put it))
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Her eyes widen and her pulps dilate, she has gone to another dimension.
Her eyes slam shut; she wants everything to go away.
And then, silence; ear piercing silence.
She’s confused.
She’s distraught.
She’s scared.
Her eyes open, she is surrounded by a utopia.
Her senses are heightened; she sees everything as if it was a kaleidoscope.
And then, sound, beautiful and majestic sound.
She’s amazed.
She’s happy.
She’s overwhelmed.
Colors surround her. Music is seen as if it was written in the air.
The ground is laughing and the sky is spinning.
Trees are breathing and flowers are dancing.
Birds are swimming and fish are flying.
She smiles.
For days she's floating, high up in the clouds and spinning with the sky.
Then reality hits.
And everything is gone.
She’s back in the place she left.
And now, she wants more.