The Acid Trip

I ask you to come with me to the beach and share an acid trip with me. This will be the first time we have met so I am delighted at your adventurous spirit when you say yes.

Reaching the beach at sunset, the tide running high, large swells rolling in with a roar. Sweetness filling our mouths as the sugar cubes dissolve and we embark on our adventure.

Filled with happiness and warmth. The roaring of the fire, astonishment at purple fire at the heart. Entranced at the vision of the waves rising high, visions of unicorns rising out of the foam towards us.
The faces of the trees smiling down upon me. Leaning over a log and letting the waves rush over our hands, tracing designs in the sand as the waves recede, and watching them disappear as the water rushes again towards us.

Lying on our backs staring up at the stars, they pulse. Frog eggs in jello you say. Hysterical laughter.
I roll over and begin playing with the sand, gathering handfuls and letting them trickle through my fingers. I become entranced and fall deeper and deeper into the sand, until I feel at one with it, pressing it with my fingers, stroking it, molding it.

Hearing your voice in the distance, such a beautiful voice. Rising slowly upwards through dark water, seeing unfamiliar constellations shimmering through the water. A crescent of sand reaching out into the ocean, lined with grains of phosphorescence that stick to your feet as the stars stick to the feet of the Gods striding through the heavens.