It's out of my hands

It's out of my hands, now. I've done everything I could.
Now it's just sitting, waiting, and checking over and over.
This is where the fun begins.
Where the butterflies begin.
When I stop breathing everytime I see that box in the corner of my screen.

We're going to hit rock bottom, after a long fall through the sky.
But rock bottom may not be bad. Not at all.

I'm nervous. And I'm hungry.
But I just want to sit here and wait.
Because I really have something to wait for now.


......Remembering Five Stories......