High alone at night

Getting high alone is always a different experience. Undiluted by the presence of others, my own self sorrounds me. I am humbled, amazed, flattered and flabbergasted by my own brilliance. I'm also a little annoyed. And cowed. And afraid.

The wind whispers
Silent secrets
Into my ears.
Their hushed cadence
I hear.
I am alive.
Now
In the moment...
It is agony
It is ecstasy
It is what IS
And what will be
It is life
And so
It begins.