Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2018
Finally, on DMT, she broke through.
Lost in the abyss of time
Stress created a liquid black hole.
Her inner sense of exhaustion, universal.
I’m ready for the other side.
I hid my face from them.
Caught waking up between two worlds.
Pure magic, rubbing one’s closed eyes.
Minds expand to fill the void.
Am I projecting or being projected?
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Finally, on DMT, she broke through.
Lost in the abyss of time
Stress created a liquid black hole.
Her inner sense of exhaustion, universal.
I’m ready for the other side.
I hid my face from them.
Caught waking up between two worlds.
Pure magic, rubbing one’s closed eyes.
Minds expand to fill the void.
Am I projecting or being projected?