I am alive
and it scares me to death.
Meeting people, talking to them –
it all seems like uber-complicated math.

What do they want?
What do they know?
What would they care?

It’s just me.
I am not perfect, not even good.

In what?
I don’t even know.

Yet, I am given the greatest gift of all.
I am alive.

2 thoughts on “Fear

  1. i feel like we are on parallel journies. i’m glad our paths run close enough beside each other that we can catch sight of each other from time to time and exchange a few words… ❤

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