You lose touch with "reality".
You lose touch with 
"reality".
Another layer of 
hallucinations covers your vision. The sensation
of Buried's eyes fades. You're indescribably high. Your mind is dissolving. Your body feels different - as you move your arms and legs, they seem to leave trails. Not a visual trail, it's like you feel them flowing, like you're made of very dense smoke.
You lose all connection to your identity, forget who you are, and even what it means to exist. Impossible colors that no human has seen before swirl before your (more than twenty) eyes.
Something is dripping from your arms.
Something silver. You smell your hand. 
Its scent is intoxicating. Reminiscent of anise and lavender. You lick it. Stop it you freak, don't lose what's left of your mind.
You notice the sensation
in your feet and look down. The vibrating, fluffy ground feels
so pleasurable and is so far away. You see a small thing with two arms and two legs and one head looking around frantically. It doesn't see you. You could squish it or eat it. You don't want to. You watch it dissolve into a puddle of transparent slime beneath your feet.
You pass out, falling into the liquid remnants
