Sometimes...

You get stoned.
You see time and space moving but yet you are still.
Only your space is on the pause button.
Watching as people pass by - walking, laughing, whispering, staring.
The grass dances as the wind blows. Ripples across the lake. Your hair in your face.
The waking life.
A dream that you're conscious of.
Yet you have no idea what you were doing in the last 30 minutes then.
All these actions seems like...
A mirage in itself.

You probably have no idea what I'm talking about.
Well, neither do I.