The present has gone. Fantasy is a part of reality, but we take the breaks off. We’re thinking clearly, yet not thinking at all. This feels right. We stop trying to control things; a warm rush of chemicals through us. Is this brain damage? We forget all the hurt and pain in life. We wanna go somewhere else. We’re not threatened by people anymore. All our insecurities have evaporated. We’re in the clouds now. Wide open, we’re spacemen, orbiting the earth. Yea, the world looks beautiful from here. We’re nympholeptics, desiring for the unattainable. We risk sanity for moments of temporary enlightenment. So many ideas, so little memory. The last thought killed by anticipation of the next. We embrace an overwhelming feeling of love. We flow in unison. We’re together. I wish this was real. We want a universal level of togetherness, where we’re comfortable with everyone. We’re in rhythym, part of the movement. We wave goodbye. Ultimately, we just want to be happy. Yeah, yeah (laughs) What the fuck was I just talking about?