There's this thing about me.
This strange fear that lies so deep within
Ingrained into the cells and nerves within.
This fear of novelty.
This fear of not being good enough.
This fear of expectations.
Just, fear.
and when I'm afraid, I find comfort in forgetting it, for a while at least, for being too heated up serves me no good.
Tuned out.
I tune out from this world. Into a land of unknown where life, is as you want.
Then like the click of a camera,
the world sets in again,
into a blinding image of reality.
Opened my eyes, try as best as i can,
to pull myself back together,
although I tell you,
how do you pull back the unseen?
the unseen you.
Fleeting here and there,
cowering beneath the comfort of darkness,
a shrivelled heart.
