Written: October 17, 2004
It happens to be one of the only things I don�t like. As I stand here, before the crowd of nobodies, I realize my fear has yet to surpass. The odd trickling feeling, as always, begins on the back of my neck. The nervous feeling that was bottled inside of myself has fallen of it�s table and shattered, and has quickly spilled all through my body. My foot begins to tap incoherently as words, those of which no one can be too certain of, fall from my lips. My brain, as though it was functioning properly before, slowly begins to malfunction as all eyes are set on me.
As I clear my throat, which only calls more attention to myself, the sound of the room slowly escapes, and the only thing heard is the gentle rapping of my foot upon the old oak flooring. How I would love to be elsewhere. I yet again try to make sense through my words, as I want to be out of this spotlight that burns my cheeks blood red. The smirks appear on several of the faces in the crowd, while others seem to be dazed at my confusing comments. All that I was speaking was non-sense. Not a spoken word had followed the way I had planned it. Too many mistakes made to be corrected.
As I baked under the lime light, finally, a cool breeze struck my face as I slowly took the steps to be part of the crowd. Coolness was now my friend, but I was sure the light would soon again burn me from the inside. |
