My body
                                                                                                                 feels like an
                                                                                                          arctic experiment
                                                       Hot, Cold. Frigid to arid, Decimated to Overly Vital
                                                                       The Sun Doesn't know when to Give up
                                                                                     and the clouds are in Honolulu
                                                                                           Blinking in the darkness of
                                                                                  an all too light blanket, I realise
                                                                          I wish I were a Brazilian Experiment,
                                                                               lounging on white sand beaches,
                                                                        Sipping Virgin Margaritas and tanning
                                                                                                                    With You.

                                                                                                         However, At the
                                         moment, my eyes Burn too much to dream of you clearly.
                           I am James's Sense of Hysteria.