Fear
Fear is that feeling you get sometimes. It can be when your palms are sweating, your stomach starts to hurt, and you begin to feel anxious.
You hyperventilate, scream, yell, or freeze.
It’s a powerful thing, fear.
It’s tiring.
It drains you and makes you expect the worst in every situation.
The funny thing is that fear doesn’t give a shit about you and how it affects you. It wants to destroy everything you have, good and bad.
You don’t know what’s going on because you programmed your brain to shut itself off when you feel anything bad. That way, you can’t get hurt.
Fear is powerful though it helps you know you are still alive.
It’s a lot like pain in that way.
Sometimes though, it can be too much. And all you want to do is to shut it off by any means necessary.
But then the sun comes out, and things are good.
The sun in your life could be a person, place, or thing. It’s up to you.
To me, the sun is my parents and friends. Even at 2 am, they are there.
However, like all good things, it must end at some point.
After the sun goes down, the darkness comes back. And it pops up out of nowhere like a nasty surprise.
It swallows you whole until you fall asleep. It’s there in the universe of sleep, where you finally escape it for a few hours.
Then you wake up the next day and do it all over again. It will consume you if you don’t, but only if you allow it.
