THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
It feels like this: First I can't breathe, then my chest hurts, then my heart pounds, my head hurts, my finger tips go numb. Every single thing is lit up with electricity, and I am shaking and gasping for air. Parts of me get so tense I can't move. I am holding my jaw together so light my teeth are breaking.
And you say, 'What's wrong with you.'
And I say, 'I just don't know what to do.'
I am a thousand years past ready to get out of here and I hate California. Dream baby dream.