we had divine sense..

your chemicals inside my system, my brain moving in ways i never thought possible, the right side of my brain not catching up with the left side, coming in and out of reality. i grasped a bottle of beer tightly in my hand then would release only to find my hand moves slowly and by itself but it only goes a certain distance. the silhouette of a woman on a lamp post. how i can move my left hand faster than my right one at the same time. i'm more in touch with my body, my coordination seems to sharpen. the touch of someone is delayed, their touch not as strong, my hands numb, getting them slapped was the only way i knew i was actually standing there at that moment, in that place, with these people. it's like photography. like a film of photos, there's parts of it missing. it almost feels like a slide show. you body floating, your mouth dry, reality is insgnificant..