Bad mental state. I take whichever euphoriants, that will kick in. But my mind is toast, unfortunate. I try..

And heart doesn't like serotonin 2A agonists. Many problems, underneath the surface. I survive, every day. I don't like to live.. It's not really my thing.

But I'll find the way..

I don't want to become a skull.. But we all will, become skulls. And shadows will hide behind the light of our bone structures, being examined by archaeologists (In other realities) - Observing our dead flesh skeletons, for millions of years. We will come back, and tell the story.. "I've been trapped in a sandstone structure forever - I turned into sand, and blew into caves and crevices... Insects and bacteria colonized, with no light.. reproducing and dying..".

As billions of years pass (And all there is, being deserts of dry salt and cracks), the scorching sun shines into our eyes.. All that is left, are resemblances of religious man made places - We will drop, colourful broken glass - And the window in the room will open, birds will escape. Tears will fall, blood will pour down the drain, spirits will transcend our bodies, hearts will stop, and rot.

Pillars of architecture collumes, on a cliff.. All the same, our observation souls - Navigating through each passage and corner - Like a cathedral. It all crumbles, and the dream accelerates down, into the valley - Crashing into rocks, to the centre of the earth. Fire and molten metal (Gold, iron, radioactive isotopes etc), melt us into pure energy - We spawn somewhere unknown, and as it all cools down, the cold, dirt covered skulls - They sit, placed forever, as the grief of something always being missing.. Seeking to be revealed in everyones pleasant dreams - For others? Nightmares - That will wake people up, very quickly...