i keep coming back to a weird confusion/suspicion around why it’s nice to feel. super fortunate and i love to and it’s just so amazing … but why is it even good? sus
my last lsd trip may have changed what i think i want out of life
for a long time i just said "to be happy"
but colours are not happiness. music is not happiness. flavours are not happiness. the raw experiences of existence are their own, they are good, and i want them