There is this trembling in my chest. It’s like a shiver you’d feel standing in a cold summer breeze at dusk. I’m not sure I can properly explain it. It’s all passionate numbness. It’s exciting and sad. It’s like watching leaves dancing until complete darkness sets in. You can still hear them dancing, and if you close your eyes you can imagine what they look like again. That’s what I feel in my chest. That’s my entire life since then. A flurry of leaves on branches. Wanting to burst forth into something new. To be taken away and go somewhere different. See things from high above and live where the wind takes me. Yet I’m held down by stems. Held in one place by damn branches. That’s the feeling in my chest. Anger, happiness, wanderlust, and contentment all swirling around in a gust inside of me. I love it because it reminds me there is still purpose and reason for me to exist. I hate it because I feel like I’m helpless to make anything happen. This is me right now.