Survival

My throat narrows as the hair on my arms stand up completely straight. Cold skin that causes such intense worry right out of my coat. An erie sense you wish you could just let go of and release. Like that of one getting pulled over by the your science teacher. Desperately wanting it to hurry up Go away. Yet sometimes it sticks around lingering as if it's trying to be around to stay. Go with you gut instinct it won't steer you wrong. Don't later wish you had done that all along. A natural human insticnt were given to survive. Don't ignore the signs meant to help They will keep you alive