LittlePaula

 Caressed by the touch of a silent night, i feel my fingers crossing through the keyboard. Outside, the world is about to wake up, but im about to slumber. Inside, thers a revolution of feelings. They pang at the doors of my conscience, they beg me to entertain them. Anxiety, distress, doubt, fear, nausea. They all want me to come out and play with them, before the night ends. They know that once the sun comes up, they will fade like little shades. The paths of my life intertwine, and im scared to start marching on. I feel a paralisys of body and will. And still, something inside of me fights the nausea, the doubt, the fear. Will i be able