anticipation manifests itself in a variety of ways: panic, thrill. fast sleep, wide awake. not hungry, absolutely starving. i try to write and rewrite things down to calm my nerves, but i end up staring at the page and fast-forwarding hours / days / weeks in my mind. i can only be vague right now so as not to build expectation, yours and mine. i’ve already said too much to too many, and now they are waiting, too.
i keep telling people i think, perhaps, i am crazy, but no one seems to listen.
somewhere in here is a veiled reference to truth. or maybe i forgot that part.