Everything is just a bit frosty..

When you tend to die in about two minutes, and come back.
Wondering why the hell your back, back to this misery. you feel like shit, especially, when you get remind of the mess you almost left behind.
Well today i've decided to let some misery fog up with the view of water and leaves and bright colors, and music and possibly cassy's voice.

Let's just say,without many details, i know how it feels to die and come back to life..
and it's not a great happy feeling in the process of it...


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The only imagine i seen, was a black and white, with a girl in the corner, that i have yet to see, she had huge headphones, writing on this note pad..pencil so small.. words so clear and bigger then the pencil.. choppy layer black hair.. this nightmare that she runs away from every day, was finally chasing her, and the girl did nothing but seat in her corner writing... She finally turned her head to greet the nightmare with a glance, and finally i woke up, and hugged everyone around me... i honestly felt like i was drowning in my own air.i wasn't begging for help, i wasn't begging to be pumped,i was just begging to go back to my bed,go under my blankets and sleep some more.