#20: Butterflies.
April 13, 2006
My legs shake and go numb when I'm alighting in a crowded bus. I ask myself," Is my skirt okay? What about my bag? My shirt? What if I trip and fall? What happens when I...?" My heart goes pumping like the machines working non-stop in those polluting factories. I go all insane, and can't focus. I keep thinking of things that won't possibly happen. And I drift further, and further away.
4:14 p.m.