||[Jan. 3rd, 2015|09:42 pm]
freewrites, dreams, memories...
Fear is a miserable, horrifying thing. Fear for others, fear for yourself, fear that you are not enough, fear that there is a void behind you and you can only keep running and never stop, because it is always there and it is always ready to swallow you.
Sometimes you forget the fear. But the fear is always there. Those who feel brave know that one must face it and never flinch back in order to defeat it. But the question is this:
How does one know the difference between running through it, and running from it?