16° the empi have my nerves dancing wildly i felt my breath pump lowlights loud sound and unnerving laugh wasn’t dizzy enough even if i drink two shots wasn’t dizzy enough to be considered drunk all i know i just want to throw it all up

In the streak of light, I rub the sweetest sour. It’s tangy, and it lingers. Not in the beginning, nor at the end. It is stuck in the state of middle. I try to claw it out. Rolling it onto different texture, but it remains to be a burning sensation. One that could be more on ‘morrow.