Butterflies

I think having butterflies is the oddest of feelings. It's relatively indescribable, after all, who really knows what having really butterflies floating on the inside actually feels like. Due to the liquid floating around in the belly a butterfly wouldn't be able to fly, it's wings would likely be drenched in acid.

Nice spin I put on that. I wonder why the expression came about. I'm thinking about this butterflies thing, mostly because I keep having them/it. Every time my phone goes off, or someone appears online on my MSN, every time something happens where someone outside of my four walls contacts me. It's because everyone of them has the potential to be the one person I really want to hear from. And when I do hear from that person they are even worse. It's a mixture of nerves and excitement, and it grows all the time. Nerves because part of me feels that each time could be the last, excitement because I want to hear from this person.

It's an odd feeling, being completely torn between two emotions and not knowing why. Well I do know why. It's utterly bizarre, but an odd comfort. At least I know that I do have emotions.