Multicolored dots.
Thats all.
Multicolored dots everywhere. Whizzing around in a sea of black. Too dark to be black...black isn't nearly that deep. Tiny psychedelic bursts in a pool of emptiness. And music. The same rhythm, the same beat. Again and again. Its in my skin. It's under it. It ripples through the surface of my body. My pulse aligned with it. The blood pounds in my ear to the same beat.
It is not pain. It is not pleasure. It's a state of non-belonging. Of drifting away. Of vaporizing.  Of disintegrating into a million amorphous pieces. Into a million multicolored dots.
Of being everywhere at the same time. Of being nothing.