Butterflies, butterflies.
Naseous nerves.
A stomach aflutter
like wings, things and birds.
Is this what it is?
This gravity of emotion?
How could stress feel like the wings of a dove? 
 
This is scary.
There's no turning back.
I'm on the brink and looking up.
I'm starting to fly
touch down on the other side of the desert
soon
soon
soon.