One big step out of my comfort zone

I think the title says it all.

Posting my pictures on the internet is scary, and now I’m posting my writing. Excuse me while I go die of multiple fear-induced heart attacks.

The waiting game.

It comes uninvited, if not unexpected.

Moving from my stomach to my ribcage, it sits.

And waits – patient. Enduring.

No logic, or reason

No cajoling, good food, promises of hot tea

And nice people will make it go away.

I wait for it, expecting it on every street corner,

Hesitant to say yes, for what if it joins too?

I wait for it, tip toeing around the idea of a good month.

But even still,

It comes least expected.

In the middle of a week of calm and good it appeared.

Every

Morning

Till Eleven

As I lay in bed and gave in to it.

Until it decided that I had had enough

Until it decided that I should take a shower

Until it decided that breakfast, my lectures, my friends, my life

Were things that I should get back to, it waited.

And I waited.