The only thing in my pocket are pennies and a picture of you...

The winter makes me like a snake, almost. I'm so ready for a new skin I could scream. I feel this intense claustraphobia coming on again. This feeling that SOMETHING, something, something is not right or not fitting or not appropriate or just... WRONG has wedged it's way into my mind. Into my heart. Into my deepest emotions. I don't feel like pushing onward anymore. I just want to be horizontal and void of negligent thoughts. I want all the world to feel the same thing with me, even if just for a minute, but I don't want to know that the world is feeling the same thing, because I don't want empathy. What do I want?

Spring. I want to breathe again. I want to go on long walks and come home and smell like outside. I want to eat ripe fruit from my own state. I want the walls to open back up and I want to count the number of puddles in the driveway as I go outside and smell the staunch odor of earthworms writhing in those same puddles. I want the sun to pour onto me and for that smell of suntouched clothes to still remain when I float inside.

I just want natural progression. I hate winter (in case you haven't figured this out.)