Stream of consciousness (direct head-port)

[daemonikk]

Bright sun, suddenly midday. Too much bloom, it blinds, but warm, just a little. Thin warmth of a winter noonday sun, lukewarm, soupy, not quite reaching the bones but trying all the same. More just illuminating winter-bleached skin, bright, bright, too-bright white and blue-grey where the veins sit over the thin muscles. Fluid on the lungs,

Comments

[the_starshadow]

Ummmm.. *hugs*

[jackjackrabit]

Hmmm, words, failing to form, can't build the centances. reading this, there is somthing i want to say but i can't find the words, everythings hidden in a fog.
Chousu...Chousu, somthing i found, whats it mean? i don't know, a mix of words hidden...Chousu...there is more i know...but where? it's incomplet..

Shit...sorry, i'm weird...and...i feel i understand...somehow..
I'm just one stop away now, hope you're feeling alright.