Anxiety
Flurries. What does it even mean? Despite that, it sounds like the feeling. The body below disappears. Empty pit of stomach, in my chest a wrecking ball on its way through rice paper. When I concentrate on winning.
I make it to the final round, then the sinking feeling of being overwhelmed, the unbearable weight of failure. Caffeine-drain or something, throw if off finally and collapse with gratitude.
This is insight into me; I step out of the memory.