I can feel it, you know?
Only that it isn’t just fear.
And like everything, it starts from the heart.
It starts from within, it starts from the center –
Branching out through all the different veins.
I feel it. I feel it.
Its the small twitch of a finger, the tiny hint of doubt.
The haunting that maybe everything wasn’t even the slightest bit
A small part of me would like to think that whatever happens.. there will be a way. But thats only a small part of me.