that feeling in the bottom of your stomach. when your heart drops and falls far far down into some pit thats somewhere inside of you and you feel like someone just hit you on the back. a shock. something you didnt want.
it drips. coming from a crack somewhere in the ceiling. the drops slide down the wall, falling on the rug, leaving a small brown puddle. the rat scampers out of its hole and over to the puddle. it drinks. it scampers back into its hole. and then no more.
success is something i strive for. something that keeps me awake in the middle of the night. that sends butterflies flying around my rib cage. something that makes my heart beat fast and my smile shine when i know Ive done it.