bleck. Just woke up from a bad dream. I hate that feeling when it's just too freash and real and too close to you still. Were you still feel the fear of it and the panic and your heart's still beating fast and the images of it are still imprinted behind your eyes the way the flash of a camera doesn't immediately go away. bleck.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 1/18/2003 02:08:07 PM ~ ~