sweet, sweet.

[summerblack]

this feeling creeps over me like flower petals...and i can't seem to shake it. the one for when you're strolling down the street and conciously lose your unconcious counting. one that seemingly so makes your thoughts rewind and edit without clarity. or when you're hanging upside down from the second story window wilst the blood rushes to your head and you fail to hold your grip. maybe while strolling, just so, little pauses interrupt your life, then you sense right afterwards that something is missing. down to your knees you may fall, so strong is the creeping feeling. the street and trees melt, and you forget to forget and you always remember anyhow. so why were you unconciously counting? when did you become aware of said counting? and why is it that, in the end of this, you feel oh so drowsy? it's all just a bunch of mistranslation of time...

p.s. there's a wondrous view outside...with the perfect breeze...