Shakes

Oh god typing is hard tonight.

I don't know how I feel.

Well I do. I feel wonderful and shakey and tingly and butterflies are exploding from within the depths of my stomach. I can brely breathe. Like never before have I been in the situation where I can't breathe properly. Breathe Beth, breathe.

I'm shaking. No I'm not cold. I'm shaking and I just don't quite know how to stop it. Nerves? After-nerves? Is this a thing? Afterwards these earth quakes rattle my key and I am a tall building thats flexible enough to stay up but my god who knows?

And I'm a little confused as well, like I don't have a bloody clue where I am. Metaphorically not physically. Nalways metaphorically.

Words are so sweet. It's funny because other people can say the exact same words nd it just wouldn't mean the same thing.

Have you ever tasted the word beautiful? It tastes like....truth(?) and frustration and greatness and possibly starting to believe it.

I often wonder what I'll think in he future. Like present Beth feels pretty damn good, but future Beth?
You know what, screw future Beth. I think you could probably regret most things in the past, but honestly when you go back and think; at that moment, did it feel right? Then yes.

I don't even want to go to sleep. Wipe of the traces, the make up. Take off the clothes. Going to sleep makes it less real. It's better to just stay here for a little while at least and think and remember and process and squeeze every last drop of juice from the memories.

Hm. Good nit. Great night.