Lullabies

I was in a room with a bunch of Mushrooms. Those Mushrooms were very special. They were Magical. They could show me a world of my own. They could put all of my thoughts in a padded cell. They could free my mind from this reality. I love everything which can alter my mind, which can free my Self from Myself. I was famished. So I started eating the Mushrooms. Eating, eating and eating. I recently read a real life story in RD, of a girl who was suffering with Bulimia Nervosa. She was addicted to food. She couldn't bear it. She threw herself into the hand of dead. While chewing Mushrooms, I was wondering if I had the disease. I was eating too much. Oh! Countless Mushrooms and Infinite Eating. Time was traveling in the speed of Light. I couldn't count how many Mushrooms I had. I was aware, and standing still in the shore of Consciousness. I used to wait for the trip after smoking weed. I could feel the strange sensation in my brain. But this time, I was normal. No Shrooming. But I didn’t doubt my Mushrooms. I know they won’t deceive me. But what happened? Where were the Angels’ Lullabies? Where were the Sufi saints and Buddhist Monks? My Psychedelic Butterflies? Why didn't the Mushrooms let me travel to a world, which exists outside my mind? Was it a dream? Unusual things can happen in a dream. And this was unusual. Eating Psilocybin Mushrooms and not getting Shroomed. Doubts were circling around me like vultures. Now pappa gave me an apple. I’m eating it while typing. Time is 10:09 pm. Back to normal. It’s time to call Insomnia fairy. My friend is waiting for me to call. Yes! It is You.. J . Now you can stop smiling. Keep on talking. I’m listening. J