They were talking to me- the flowers. They said this is why I'm here, to answer to The Creature. The Being. The Figure. They said he's everything and nothing. They said Will Smith is a pregnant woman (I was actually gone at this point). They were still- which wasn't normal because I was already in the what I like to call the "shadow realm". It was almost intimidating because they were more still than I saw them sober. I knew this and it made it even more intimidating.

I started going in this loop where I couldn't stop thinking "why are they not moving?", "Are the flowers dead?". Then I looked at trees, stars, the moon, and NOTHING was moving. It felt as if they were staring at me angrily and growing faces as I kept watching. They're eyes made my skin crawl like they were penetrating me.

The moon grew a face too- the ugliest, catastrophic abomination of a face I had ever seen. He said something- but I couldn't quite make out what it was as it mostly felt like a rumble feeling in my head. I rushed back inside and tried to calm myself down by putting on some music- Ratata by Skrillex to be exact. Wearing my tripping blanket made me feel like a bird and it felt oddly nice.

Honestly... I feel like the song saved me because I was really starting to spiral out of control.
I'm just glad it ended either way.

Thanks Skrillex.