Written January 20, 2010

I’m losing control
over the butterflies dancing
inside of my soul,

clogging up my head,
clogging up my mind,
clogging up my spine.

I’m paralyzed
until I find the answers
to relieve my nervous excitement,
this tension waiting to snap.

I’m counting the seconds
until we’ll have more than 35 seconds
to resolve my unresolutions.

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