High Tops FTW You’re winded. Like you’ve sprinted a full marathon. Your vision is unfocused and washed out. Like you’re dreaming. Your chest is tight. Like you’ve been holding back tears your whole life. You’re shivering. Like you slept in a bed of snow. You’re screaming and yelling with a scratched up voice. Like your life depended on it. One thought is racing through your mind, nothing else. Like a comet propelling through empty space. Givemeyourskygivemeyourskygivemeyoursky. You have contracted psychroma. And these are your last breathes. So enjoy them if you can.

wildflower223 Wow mysterious.i love it!