6 April 2012
My toes are icy, my calves are warm. The blood has stopped in my left arm as my hand lays wedged under my cheek. The other hand, typing this tedious mundane post. The pins and needles in my drab left hand are begining to accumalate like a swarm of bees joining together to spark it's prey with that unpleasant zesty sting. My eyes are less heavy than the night before. I'm left waiting for that thing yet again, to dazzle my eyes with darkness and peace. Hurry up.
That thing. • Opuss № I