I'm Shaking

I’m shaking, I'm shaking not because I'm cold, the winter winds and rains have waved goodbye and I watched them go away without a word. I’m shaking not because I'm angry, I am not a boiling cauldron threatening to spill over and make a mess of all I hold inside of me, brewing ever so bitterly. I’m shaking not because I'm scared, I left my fear all the way over there, all the way in the past, a place my mind can only wonder for a moment or two before reality replaces the images I no longer cling to desperately in an effort to understand the way I’ve come to be because of him, of them. I’m shaking not because I need you, I've survived this long without you and if I need to, I will do so again, not saying I want to but all good things eventually come to an end. I’m shaking, this vibration has no end, no beginning, and no cause, I’m shaking because of me, not of you, or him, or the weather, or anything. I am shaking because being still holds no meaning, I am not shaking because of the monsters in the shadows, those monsters are my friends and those shadows, my home. Maybe, just maybe I’m shaking because I miss being alone, without someone to hold me still. I’m shaking, maybe for no reason at all. Shaking makes you unsteady, risking you to fall, but stillness is not something that ever calls. Shaking is uncertainty, yet its appearance is so certain to me. Whatever this shaking happens to be, this shaking that has ahold of me, and its cause are infinite possibilities, I know not to fear, shaking comforts me, what is a writer who can't handle life's oh so microscopic trembling, stillness leaves a writer in an infinite nothing, so don't you worry if you ever see me shaking, just be silent and maybe the shaking will take hold of you too, after all, I never want to be still with you.