stomach churning, as if it had never been calm.

breathing shallow, as if anytime it could stop.

thoughts wandering, as if lost within the little brain cavity.

heart thumping, as if anticipating, yet also fearing what the news might be.

i hope it wasnt all for nothing, that it was not all a lie, but reality. a reality that would descend upon us in a few hours. hold your breath, cause whether you let it out anot depends on whether you made it.

it is nonsense that failure isnt really a failure until you give up. sometimes, it simply is failure.