on hold.
waiting for results.
no open mic can prepare you for this.
my hands sweat.
my back hurts.
but what else is new?
these particular set of nerves are new.
I get that life goes on.
what if it stops short of dreams?
no, I am not going to tell you.
what dream this may become.
but it is big.
for this dumb writer.
it is everything heavy.
it is everything worth carrying.
it has cut into my heart for a long time.
it has culminated in a phone call.