Monday, December 3, 2012

Nervousness


It begins, 
Palms are sweaty            
Knees weak
Arms are heavy.

Then,
Glancing.
Panicking.
Butterflies are swarming,
Attacking you,
Eating you up.
Name...


Called.
Thinking... 
Will be fine,
Will be awesome.

Realize...
It will be fine
It will be awesome.

Then gone.
With no trail left behind