Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Butterflies Inhabit My Stomach:Get Help

                                     You can't die from it, but it can feel like it's killing you.
        At least that's how I feel.
   When I thought about my day's menu. I had no intention of ordering frustration with a side of nerves. But life's ditsy waiter slapped down a big helping of it.
       "I'm sorry, Can I have the care-free sundae instead?"
"No refunds."
Today should've been a good day. Someone took an actual interest in me. But disapproval can take the butterflies away as quickly as they come. And replace them with a nagging feeling of lame awareness.
That this is reality.

 


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