a short shift a work and a heavy chest. anticipation.
no pressure, no big deal. i'm just excited. i can't remember how long since it's been this pure.
then i heard it come from the speakers, and i knew where i was. i still believe, whatever may come, the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.
i can't really deny my instincts. they're usually dead on. assumption assumption and another. but it's not right to entertain the thought, but it feels so right, but ugh.