Let the cracked crystal raindrop be merged in the sea
Silent shining thoughtless free
But close your eyes to find the golden flower
And open them to see the sunshine shower
Where the flowers are free and the fishes ask
Ah what can water be
Because my friend linked me a Noisey article yesterday about it which made me feel very sad about my life - what it once was and is now. (In both cases, not much, but I definitely have lost that weekend glory aspect, and I forgot about the giddy euphoria of the ecstacy experience, of suddenly being able to talk to anyone, a vision almost of heaven-on-earth... if you discount all the vomiting and so on...)
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