John-Paul

He didn’t realize at that moment, with his eyes still open and the ketamine-induced psychedelic elevators shipping caskets from ground floor to the top of the Epcot balloon, he didn’t realize that the dreams were all intentional. Pastels and alternate rainbows clouded his view of the sunset and the lunar eclipse, they introduced him to an unreality that expanded the more he tried to keep his eyelids from closing. Universes are not created in an instant, nor are shoulders relocated without pain.