Due to the Assistance of Goldfish and Tiny Dancers
Mica Herrin. 2015. Due to the Assistance of Goldsfish and Tiny Dancers.
I can't tell you what it is. I can only tell you what it feels like.
It's like a full balloon to the right of my left lung pressing against my heart and other vital organs. The symptoms are dizziness, confusion, and uncontrollable laughter. And I haven't quite figured out if I need to be worried or not. It's like a thousand goldfish pulling the hair on the back of my neck because I am drowning in these undiagnosed emotions. It's like tiny dancers control my fingers as they tap against the counter while I'm at work because I don't need to be at work. I need to be on a bridge somewhere yelling at myself for having been so basic. I need to be in the drug store buying new eyeliner, the kind that isn't waterproof because I never cry anymore. I need to be in a kayak floating away from you because you are the air in my lungs and I'm holding my breath the way I want to hold you and I do not want to let you go. Everything is made better and possible and perfect because you're perfect. And I'm so in love and I am so afraid. Because I am no supposed to feel so completely unshattered and I do not know how to be okay.
I like you.
I like you a lot.
You make me feel all warm and fuzzy and give rise to me saying dumb girly things like, "I feel warm and fuzzy."
Due to the Assistance of Goldfish and Tiny Dancers
Mica Herrin. 2015. Due to the Assistance of Goldsfish and Tiny Dancers.
I can't tell you what it is. I can only tell you what it feels like.
It's like a full balloon to the right of my left lung pressing against my heart and other vital organs. The symptoms are dizziness, confusion, and uncontrollable laughter. And I haven't quite figured out if I need to be worried or not. It's like a thousand goldfish pulling the hair on the back of my neck because I am drowning in these undiagnosed emotions. It's like tiny dancers control my fingers as they tap against the counter while I'm at work because I don't need to be at work. I need to be on a bridge somewhere yelling at myself for having been so basic. I need to be in the drug store buying new eyeliner, the kind that isn't waterproof because I never cry anymore. I need to be in a kayak floating away from you because you are the air in my lungs and I'm holding my breath the way I want to hold you and I do not want to let you go. Everything is made better and possible and perfect because you're perfect. And I'm so in love and I am so afraid. Because I am no supposed to feel so completely unshattered and I do not know how to be okay.
I like you.
I like you a lot.
You make me feel all warm and fuzzy and give rise to me saying dumb girly things like, "I feel warm and fuzzy."