All I can do is keep breathing
At first it was good. Better than good. It was mind-numbingly euphoric. Tingles in my fingertips. A heady excitement that consumed me from top to bottom.
And now it is a wallowing valley of mire and shadeless shadows.
Posted on February 23, 2011, in Adventures with Sparkle Pants, All about Sparkle Pants, Boys are pretty, Bullet In the Brain-Pan, Quickies and tagged for future reference, glutton for punishment, stolen away, the jackal. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on All I can do is keep breathing.