jdragon333

When it's coming on, I know it first by the nervous flight of my stomach from its usual comfy perch.  It hops up on a rib and lowers its feathered head slowly down till its eyes settle on its dark and now quite empty bed.  My stomach watches as spiraling up now furiously fastly out of the vast darkness come a thousand butterflies below.  You see, when it's coming on my stomach knows the things I know but, wait there's more, my stomach knows them long before.  It knows when she walks through the door.  Any door pick one it really doesn't fucking matter.  If she walks through it's coming on and you can watch my thoughts all scatter to the far e