something inside me lies coiled like a spring, or a sleeping snake, ready to expand and strike with alarming quickness once the correct opportunity presents itself. And it doesn't like waiting - I'm restless and expectant (which does wonders for my concentration, lemme tell ya), and waiting waiting waiting for something coming, except I haven't the faintest what it is.
Last time I felt like this I got hit by a car.
Needless to say, I'm a wee bit concerned.
Last time I felt like this I got hit by a car.
Needless to say, I'm a wee bit concerned.