Fear...it's not something I would think about. To me, it's a lingering prescense that stares right at my back for every word that escapes my lips. Discerning, unmoving, unblinking, and always watchful as I go about my daily life.703Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvYpyuHWeA
Now that I think about it, it can't really be called a life, now can it? When all I do is move when told, shuffled along the path where life takes me, time and time and again. Never do I reach out of the folds of my own little world. With every word spoken being nothing but a desperate plea, a struggle to look for an excuse, and excuse to not travel outside the my own little world.703Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUDFvrcNbAX
Be the excuse come from my own circumstances, or of those around me, it is always a simple escape. No matter how buttered up it is with honey, or how many twists and turns it takes. All it is, and ever will be, an escape.
Not wanting to move forward, not wanting break out of one's own little world, dreaming everything around me with nothing but disinterest. Stating that it would be nothing but a waste of time...it all goes back to fear.
To not want to try in fear of failure. To not want to move forward when you can't turn back. To not want to take a step out of your comfy world that's nothing but a decaying box.
All this goes back to change. People change through life, and yet while knowing that, I simply push it away. I do not want to change who I am, nor the world I live in. For every step out of my box, I fear that the change would be something that I couldn't turn back from.
I fear change, as it could take a myriad of directions that I cannot see, nor turn back from. I fear change, because it could turn me into something the me of now would despise. For now only is change my greatest fear, right below it is a fear of myself.
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