my shoes have come unstitched.

I am a tight ball of anticipation. I am flopping stomachs and rushing heads.

Do I spill this feeling all over you, or do I attempt to satiate this feeling by other means? Do I put on my shoes and slip into my headphone and leave my cozy room for the harsh outdoors in an attempt to pound these anxious, waiting feelings from my self?

There is so much to look forward too, but, how do I want to define my expectations, and how will you? What will become of all this?

In time I will learn what is right, what is expected and what to expect, but for now, I will tightly lace my hightop chucks and run through the dark halloween night.