It’s the moment in which you don’t know whether you’re feeling really, really hot or really, really cold water.
It’s the moment in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and it can either go forward or fall back.
It’s the moment in which I’m not sure how to feel, or what to expect.
Is it a question of luck? Is it a question of fate or coincidence? Is there really nothing I can do to affect the outcome? Or wait. Is everything I do affecting the outcome?
I’m not, not sure,
Not too sure how it feels
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Comment by Einar — February 13, 2007 @ 8:43 pm