Trepidation
Is it creeping anticipation I feel?
Shaky knees, staggered breathing
"Help me!" I try to scream
But all I can do is gape wordlessly
At the static that stands before me
I can't be heard
My voice is simply a blur
In the increasing cacophony
Of the monotonous world
Or maybe it isn't trepidation I feel
Pastel hues creep into the static and call out to me
Beckoning and pleading relentlessly
To find something
This pastel static is too comforting to be fear
Maybe it isn't fear
Maybe it's simply just anticipation
Perhaps it's just confused excitement
Impelled by mystery
I venture into the world
Leaving behind rose tinted memories
But now I suppose I'm free
From old expectations
Those intangible cordons are finally shattered
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