it buzzes under my skin. the urge to move around. the urge to write. the urge to just do something. the detachment from reality – dawning a facade of “i don’t care” and “i am putting everything behind me” – was easy during the day. during the night, everything comes rushing back to me atContinue reading “anxiety”

nervous: part iv

nervousness is a plague,a plague which threatens my balance. i feel butterflies,curiously swarming around my being. my feet cannot stop tapping. the beginning of school,a surprise test,the urge to do well on a soccer match,the piano keys beneath my fingers,my parents’ unflinching gaze… my feet cannot stop tapping. nervousness permeatesevery inch of my soul. andContinue reading “nervous: part iv”

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