More flutterbys
Sigh, I miss them, I miss them.
My heart is already used to beating at the baseline of a hundred-and-twenty. The wrenching ache of butterflies in the stomach is almost reassuring. My nervous stammer is something I need to get rid of.
It's so silly, how all your logical thoughts tell you not to let yourself get too emotionally involved, and yet you still can't help it but let yourself freefall into this bottomless pit, even when you know there will never be an ending, and even if there was one, it wouldn't be a happy end. Bleah.
Ah, but it makes me feel so alive!
My heart is already used to beating at the baseline of a hundred-and-twenty. The wrenching ache of butterflies in the stomach is almost reassuring. My nervous stammer is something I need to get rid of.
It's so silly, how all your logical thoughts tell you not to let yourself get too emotionally involved, and yet you still can't help it but let yourself freefall into this bottomless pit, even when you know there will never be an ending, and even if there was one, it wouldn't be a happy end. Bleah.
Ah, but it makes me feel so alive!