In Spice Space - El Santosss

A long slow trip that begins on the milkiest mountain in space. A trip too smooth and well paced that it would be nearly impossible to trek out of rhythm. Someone eerie stands to your side, breathing warm air on your sore tired neck that your hair then stands on end, not as a result of fear, but of utter happiness that he is close, to watch over you and carry you on. The calming melody allows your hair to recede to their preceding location, that is, a millimeter lower and pressed up against your moist skin, only to rise up again when the trekking melody returns in an unearthly way. We stopped, you stop, he stopped not knowing what is next, but two unforgettable seconds of silence. You look up, awaiting anything, something, but watch out because it comes from below. The bass infused guitar riff shoves your feet off air, dust, sand, and earth only to carry you further along on your trek. It continues to push you, as if it was only a helping flight and a mere rapid shortcut to your unknown destination. But shh, here comes the trekking melody again to soothe ear and muscle senses into one seamless being. The guitar riff fuses with your trek, only to confuse your sense of direction and self and you arrive, arrive at pure vertigo. You're spun, without the residue, without the relapse, but with the euphoric high. You're released just as you thought all was lost. But where have you arrived in such a calm and complete high? Why, it is just where you started - at the blissful unknown with one celestial stranger that has branded your mind only to leave a lesion; he has retreated your bounds, taken your hand, your soul, to simply leave you shaken, el santosss.