Psychedelic Hug

It’s different, the way those arms suited me.

The hug, it’s different.

It’s like mystical vines that gripped onto me for me not to fall. 
It’s like a magical rope that grabbed me and tightened every time I try to move. 
It’s like electromagnets that stuck to its opposite pole following the laws of physics. 
It’s like a hot dog bun that warmed and fed hungry stomachs during the winter. 
It’s like a magic eight ball that replied “no” when it is randomly ask to let go. 
It’s like the Pied Piper of Hamelin’s pipe that hypnotized and controlled the rats to capture it. 
It’s like a person that spoke of the words, “…don’t leave me, please stay by my side…” 
It’s different for it’s just a fictitious phantom where I am the only witness.

The hug, it’s different and I liked it.

13 May 2016
11:41 PM

Disclaimer: I do not own the photo.
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