Full of worry of things that have not come into being, things that probably live only inside my mind, of pain better left unfelt. Today I am trapped by it. As the timer clicks down to the moment the answer to the first question is revealed, the heart beat picks up it’s pace as the mind begins the race past the finish line and off the track into the darkness. I probably won’t get my answer today to the question that calmly popped up Friday. I am not ready to write about it yet. My hands are cold as ice.