If you like weed, you’d love acid.

It feels like being high for long hours. It makes it feel normal. Like life could actually be like this.

When I was in the woods, I walked in for 45 minutes or so until I got high. And once I got high, I started seeing everything better, in a sense.

I reached to this little bridge and on one side there was a lake and on the other side it looked like an ocean. It was open ended. Only the clear waters and the sky for you to look at. The other side had all the good stuff for me. It had all the leaves, in different shapes and sizes, in different places. It had lots of swamps and corners where there was something happening. And I could look at one thing and forget the world.

I would focus on one element: say the shivers in the water as the wind blows, or a leaf being moved an inch back and forth by the water.

I was stunned here for no less than 20 minutes, 0 words spoken.

You start noticing patterns. Especially patterns in movements. It’s like you feel more aware of your surroundings, and whenever something moves you detect it. It probably feels so compelling to look at it because it might feel like you’re part of it, and it’s part of you.

It’s beautiful, I don’t know how to describe it. But that’s when I tried to put it in words to our friend who didn’t go on acid to stay sober with us, she never tried it before. It took me a few minutes of starting at things to be able to come up with the words.

“It’s like you see details in anything. I just stared at this broken concrete I’m sitting on for the past couple of minutes observing it. How was it broken like this? Looking at the patterns on it, the difference in colors. I look at one thing and pause the scene, and end up feeling every fucking detail in it.

There you go. I can’t say it any better.

On the way back, out of the woods, I saw a world in every bit of corner I spotted. I stared at the ground for minutes and it seemed like I could do it for hours, if we didn’t have to move. I honestly think I would’ve been stuck there if it wasn’t for the group moving us in the right direction out of the woods. I was so compelled by the details. The sensations. The touch. The feel. I pushed a stone into the ground and felt the grains of sand being carved to make way for the pushed stone.

I barely collected the courage to look up cuz I’ve been walking for minutes faced down and I immediately notice how beautiful the leaves are and I see the patterns in them. I see the holes in these leaves that are 4 meters above me and I see how light is passing through these holes. It is fucking surreal. Everything becomes clearer, and everything becomes more beautiful.

I can just look anywhere and immediately see something that’s incredibly beautiful and unique that stands out or make one up (i.e. find beauty in anything)

I was so much better at seeing beauty in things.

Sensations are also amplified. Some are numbed, completely fucking numbed. You don’t feel your body. You’re literally drugged. It’s similar to being on weed I guess in that regards, but also amplified.

But more than anything. Sensations are fucking amplified. I taste the water I drink. I literally tasted 2 different waters and knew which one was from the tap of my friend’s place in Brooklyn, and the other was from the tap in Jersey (and if you’re wondering, the tap from Brooklyn tasted a whole lot better). It tasted more earthy in a sense, more natural. And the water from Jersey tasted a bit metallic, like the tap metal which the water came through

I smell much better too. Smell of weed or tobacco makes its way. And it smells different. It’s like I get a better sense of the smell.

Sounds are amplified. Sometimes you can listen to a very subtle crack of a log you’ve stepped on. Something you would’ve always ended up ignoring otherwise.

The conversations I’ve had are fucking insane. I don’t even feel a thing while talking. I continue talking with 0 fucking restrictions. Which is scary. We spoke about so many insane things, I’m so glad I’ve recorded most of the conversations, which I’m yet to listen to sober.

I’m sure I would’ve never reached to some of these realizations or thoughts had it not been for acid. For that I am thankful.

At some times you don’t feel like talking, you just listen or watch

Which was quite odd for me because I’m a very talkative person. Especially when I was staring at nature, I had 0 intention or will of talking. I just couldn’t put in the energy. My energy was all poured into observing visually. It’s like I was stunned.