he liked to
dress his room as an acid trip
with red and blue and green
fluorescent lights and shiny beanbag chairs that he could fall asleep
on for hours of the day.
he adored the surreal sounds of obscure
indie rock which seemed to roll in time with whiffs of Tibetan
incense every evening.
he loved to float through his mind and find
himself in some place far away, while still gazing up at the
glow-in-the-dark solar system, plastered to his black ceiling.
loved his tie-dye rug, his paint-by-number peace sign, and all three
Van Gough prints.
he loved to trip out of his everyday life, but
he still felt empty.