Needless Nerves

Waiting.

Need to kill time. Need to calm excitement.

Sitting in front of light, watching explosions;

It works for some time.

But as the clock ticks that excitement freezes into nervous itch.

Sweaty palms and heat in my face.

What will I say after the story?

[Why do I need a story to start a conversation?]

So I distract myself with string.

I hook organization from chaos.

Gives myself something concrete to see.

But then it's time.

And it's so simple.

Words come <smooth as butter>.

Nerves fall away and leave content.

It was only in my head.

Without even trying, we are intertwining.