It’s calm before the havoc. The moment where all your hairs turn in the same direction in excitement. You’re waiting for something to happen knowing full well that it’s you you’re waiting for. The moment drags its feet in front of you and you’re clasped in between memories and fantasies of what could be. There’s no time left to create. As the seconds go by you grow angrier and more anxious. Why isn’t it happening? “The moments passing, but courage has yet to hit me”, you think as they cheer wildly in your head. If there was ever a time for hope this was it. Did she look your way? Did they realize how amazing you truly are? Are you just dreaming or is this actually going to happen. Wake up! Fly, there’s no more time, the ground beneath you is crumbling. You can’t stay here any longer. You must go.