...and loathing.
No control over outcomes
and no confidence:
My courage slips away from me
like reason in dreams.
These deep breaths
must go deeper yet
and take me away from my mind
To a safe place
To my heart.
What are you, fear?
Why are you here?
Why have you come again?
And the most worrying of all,
Why did I open the door,
even though I knew it was you
when you called?
This journal was coded by LineBirgitte - graphics by xyphid
