Today,
I managed to describe how my heart feels when it is nervous.
It becomes encapsulated in a bubble,
A vacuum,
Sound-proof.
It feels like it is submerged in water,
Like how you let go of a rock
Slowly,
At the surface,
But it drops to the bottom faster than you'd like it to.
As it reaches the depths,
Feeling subsides,
Like a paintbrush going up your arm,
Like eyes tracing your face,
Chin to forehead.
That happens for a second,
Till it is numb for yet another.
But then you feel a sliver of silver,
Skin on cold metal,
It almost makes your bubble quiver.
Then it settles,
The moment of fear and anxiety washes over you,
You force yourself to think about something else.
These episodes will come again and again,
But they will never feel old.
1/7/16
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