Feel

It starts with a sense of uneasiness.


Then pain.


It is brushed off.


It is the consequence of many trivial things.


You say.


It persists.


A shift.


Then another.


Before.


Realization.


The heartbeat quickens. A ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump that resonates through your chest.


Your ears.


Your wrists.


Your head.


All the way to the soles of your bare feet.


Annoyance.


Reason.


Acceptance.


Defeat.


The sense of uneasiness grows with the anticipation.

Damn

Listening to: My neighbor's garage band

Feeling: Satisfied yet uneasy


Let's hug?