Fear. I want to talk about it. Fear is your childhood’s best thing, ruined. It is the reason why an artist dropped his brush but took it up someday with tear in the eyes and cluffs in the mind. It’s a gun, whose trigger the victim didn’t pull but was blamed.
Whether it’s a fear of losing, failing, falling or a paranoia, it is a posion in brain, paralyses your mind, confuses movements and inks in dark wrong judgements.
A fear can’t be altered. It itself comes in different intensities. As if we are it’s testing solution and we can’t escape the beaker. It comes when the night is adorned by the moon but suddenly we realise that sleep is no longer peaceful and the darker colors aren’t just on paper.
It seeps in when your dear memory box is a shame of your self. When your hardwork is full but anticipation of what if in your mind kills you more. Fear comes when being alone is no longer true. It’s lonliness. When it’s a crisis to health or family. When the sun never smiles but dreads you for the day. When movies stay in your mind. When a person is highly far or too close.
In a fearful situation, keep eyes open and mind asleep. For, that’s wht you need; no imagination and seeing reality. It’s tough. But nothing lasts forever except death and love. Fear is a challenge to you and this time only I want you to be egoistic.