wolven7 | A Hangover in Heaven

A chorus and a scattering of praise. The tinkling as of chimes, and the high keening-- a finger on the rim of God's wineglass... I look up, and the light is so high, so pure that it hurts. The voices, so deep, so full of meaning that all around me seems in direct correlation with the Tao, and the Way. All things are bound. All is free. I move my hand, and the earth trembles. I breathe differently and, suddenly, the wind braces against me. I am True, and Connected. My lips taste the sweetness of the deepest valley grapes, and my mind reels in the heady scent of pure life, itself. I am unable to think. These words mean nothing. I am trapped, forever in the constant spin and hum of this ever-growing bliss and painful existence. I reach out, now, wanting this to end-- knowing that it must, for i am not, yet, ready to apprehend this Magnificence.

The bottle in my hand, the edge removed, i whisper, softly, to the tired, chaotically patterned life beside me, that it's time to get out of bed. The respose comes: Why? Finding no answer, i replace the packaged Elysium on the night stand, and crawl back into bed. Ready, now, to re-find a different paradise.