Looking around, it seems like everything is calm - the air is still and nothing moves.

Except my heart.  It beats furiously, knowing there is something more.

Is it frustration over the events that have transpired today?

Is it the disappointment in having had so much placed on one event, and that certain event left me feeling perhaps more lost and displaced than when I began?

Is it the fact that I can’t find my footing no matter where I step?  I want nothing more than to belong somewhere, but this place seems to have forgotten me and grown up around where I was, stretching and reluctant.

Is it the overwhelming expectation to fulfill roles that I cannot completely carry out in this little corner?

Or, perhaps it’s the sickening vibration of intuition that has settled in the pit of my stomach, vibrating throughout my body.

Perhaps it’s not a matter of what has happened, but a matter of what’s to come.

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