Now, sit on that chair, close your eyes and listen very carefully. Think about a nice day. Think about a wonderful place where you and your mates had fun. Now open your mind really wide; what you saw is not real. Have you seen a girl with long blond hair and navy blue, shining eye? What you saw, is not real.

 

In another dimension, beauty has a different meaning. It’s only another point of view, if you like. There is no fact about definitions. Maybe, what you see, I would see it another way. Maybe, as you sit in this room, the winds which run up on your arm, wasn’t the wind. Maybe, it was a ghost. Maybe, the minute you are in, is not the minute you would be in there. Maybe, in someone else’s mind, it is a dark night. Maybe, when you look in the mirror, you see how would you look like in another dimension, but really your eyes are white, as if you would be haunted. And you know.. Maybe, the word ‘haunted’, is the norm in our world, and the pills you take because you see the truth is the real drug. Maybe, the drug you’ve taken the other night showed you what the world look like, stopping your brain to visualise some ugly shit which makes you think that you’ve done something wrong and you’ve seen unreal things.