Jun 2019
my anxiety swoops me
in its tender arms
engulfing me into it
I am a part of it now
my hands are clammy
and leave sweat stains
on the microphone
my voice chokes on itself
as though the last attempt to disappear
from my throat
I don't regret anything more
than this moment
in its tender arms
engulfing me into it
I am a part of it now
my hands are clammy
and leave sweat stains
on the microphone
my voice chokes on itself
as though the last attempt to disappear
from my throat
I don't regret anything more
than this moment
I have faced this numerous times. I bet you have too.
that moment when you want to run away from the people staring at you, expectant and patient, and then you think what you could possibly do to break the uneasy silence.....
that moment when you want to run away from the people staring at you, expectant and patient, and then you think what you could possibly do to break the uneasy silence.....
