Painting by Inés Longevial
I shake when I get excited ever since I was a child. A vibration running through me, present but mild.
My hands used to raise and contort in anticipation. My body unable to contain so much sheer elation.
“That Xxxxxx, she has a real vitality to her,” a friend’s mom once said. Maybe it’s just my feelings don’t stay within my head.
Pure energy output, a subconscious force. The feeling and frenzy coming out my pores.