Thanks, BM

lines etched into glass
scratches made with credit cards reflect a blur from quick and precise motion
sweeping swipes, like widened brooms that sweep up all the dust and particles
a vacuum in their space, a black hole that appears green.
inhalation and bodies tossing back dirty blond hair, wild in the air as it lands on the couch in a heap
waiting
waiting the rush
they trickle their way into the bloodstream, hit the brain
rush meets expectations
and the dance lights come alive and speak to you in foreign tongues
you stare bug eyed at the wonder of the world
suits see em as scum, scum sees em as normal.
do druggies see the world better than the norm?
Do they have a certain appreciation that we, the mass, seem to lack and grasp?
After all Nature is suppose to be beautiful and if you can see that beauty more vividly then isn't that a wonderous act itself?
Wouldn't that be like a religious man looking and seeing heaven, letting it sink in, taking in the beauty, and loving it so much more.

The world through different eyes is still the world.

The world will never change but your own perception will change everyday, so who do you trust, the world or your own eyes?