Splitting moment

Right there, as you take in a gush of breath
trying to make sense of what's going on,
the crowd goes restless, uneasy,
watching with those vulture eyes, stripping you
down to your rawest core.

how at that moment,
you wish a hole would come to swallow you up.
To cave in, to hide away.
As the applause died, and you are left
to deal with the chilly silence.

At home. sick. ):
It makes me feel miserable enough.
Hyperventilation, so apparently this duck has gotten too high.
hmm. oh well, there goes my tuesday.
I miss pril ):

Let yesterday's nightmare pass like a dream.