Fear is the only darkness, I heard it said once.
What am I afraid of?
Not surviving? Not flourishing?
But I figure that I will follow passion and find my place.
If I end up lost and alone, I will start again.
And someday, it will all come to an end, one way or another.
Is that what I'm afraid of—dying?
And am I a soul that goes on forever?
I'm not sure what is the more daunting concept--
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Emerging From The Dark Jetrel