Cocktail Everything seems like a colourful crystal. It's beautiful. I won't bore you with the usual cliché about colours unknown to man or out of body experiences and the like. I will tell you that looking at myself in the mirror is both horrifying and magnificent. My features don't exist here. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Nothing makes sense. My brain can't cope with this much unknown. There's no turning back from the cocktail now. Holding a conversation is frightening. I have no means of comprehending what anyone says to me. A true understanding of the stress and fear of talking to people who come from a different planet. I panic about how I must look to others... ***** Now I am alone and the fear has passed. I can relax. I am safe in this bubble. No one can see me and nothing can hurt me. It's just me and the aliens that remain in my blood. Take me home with you, I can't be happy here anymore.