| an examination |
| some people, they get cold feet...stuck in the moment and lost in their thoughts like how some people, they get cold sweats...drowning in fear and soaked to the bone but me, little me....tormented and stumbling through life; i get cold hands hands, the tiny and calloused pads, trembling and freezing they dance on the backs of napkins or tear into the unsuspecting flesh of an ever-furrowed brow. (this might be my way of life) |