Poppy Blossom.
I cheated, girl:
I didn’t warn you;
This is a one-way trip.

To the eery, to the impossible, to the unreachable.
Fathomless as human soul.

Perfect state of peace,
Even my own death could not disturb me,
For “it”, killed the fear.

I could never imagine such peace;
The world still, quiete,
Every noise a murmur that only wafts.

I only see color, I only smell life.
I don’t know if I am awake or sleeping,
I can live without knowing it, I want, to live without knowing it.

How would I know I am alive? How would I know I did be born?
How would I know what is “Being”?
Now it only matters the peace, the absolute, peace.
I don’t know how much I may have deepened,
But I did erase that blackness.
So it doesn’t matter when it’ll end anymore…

[War Council, Soldier!:
“If you can do it doped; sober you can do it as well or better”].