itz that feeling again

[brittymon]

as i walk outside the air is crisp and dusty with particles carried by the wind
i dream of rain
i dream of sunshine
you know that feeling, when reality is kicking you
itz paralizes me from time to time
the catitonic freese in my dreams
groggy rubbing your eyes you halosinate a cat in the dark hallway
twitchie sick
rancid thought