My heart quivers in anticipation
As a thousand butterflies do pirouettes in my belly
I’m awake and breathless with anticipation.
Or is it my allergic asthma because of the old oak tree outside my open window?
My belly quivers as if a million caterpillars crawl around trying on butterfly wings
Or… was it the chicken and curry from last night’s dinner?
When is it an illusion or a delusion? When does a delusion become an illusion or is it the other way around. Is it that difference in perception that makes one appear “crazy” or impractical?
Ah, the questions that keep writers up at night.