Searching for a random topic is tough. Maybe anyone who reads this could suggest one. I decided to go to twitter and had decided to take the seventh letter of the seventh tweet and make it my topic. The word was fucking, so I'll pass for now with that method. I then glanced down and saw the word fear. I'm going to stick to five minutes on this one.
FEAR
Fears are silly unless of course they could be a reality. I do not fear death. I honestly do not. I know in my heart it is the end, but I don't have fear. I fear wind. Not your average, blow a paper bag wind, but the wind that makes stop signs shake feverishly. I fear my imminent doom in these situations. It's silly, I know this, but this is how I will die. A freak decapitation from a stop sign or even worse, a parking sign. I used to fear the dark. A nightlight illuminated my room, just enough. Then again I had a closet with no door. Were my parents fuckers or making me strong. Id' like to think there was a thought process. I have almost drowned twice as a child. I do not fear drowning, despite it being a terrible way to go. Reading about drowning is awful. Then again, reading about it means the person lived. I fear being alone, but only at times. Sometimes I love it. Fear for me is a matter of weakness. A thought that you can't overcome. I've felt fear and whether you face it or run, it goes away.
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