My hands are shaking because that is what they do. I've never been steady. Always uneven and trembling. Holding in deep breaths to fill me up and hold me down. There is no single emotion prompting this physical manifestation. There, without purpose and acting as a hindrance. These earthquakes settle my bones and displace my thoughts. All of my fixtures uprooted, being fed into the churning of my revolving soul. Eyes searching wildly. Looking to be held. Looking to be held down. Looking to be put out. This slow burning fire finds fuel in fear. Growing, growing, until I'm gone.