17 May 2012
The cold gradually seeps through my weakened body. It takes hold of my mind, drys me up, touches me with its clammy hand. It scratches at my throat and brings tears to my eyes. It makes me feel heavy, my feet as heavy as small elephants... Wearily my eye lids begin to fall... It has made me a victim of its curse.
Yeah... I have a bad cold :'(
Icy Fingers • Opuss № I