Fear.

                                                     Fear.

Do you get those times when you have extreme nightmares, that you kick the bed, trip around an’ fall?

Why’d you do that?

Fear?

What’s fear?

For some hollerin’ and kickin’ doesn’t make up fear. The lump that forms in your throat and the slime that echoes through your body, is that what the feared word is?

Sometimes, questions are the answers to their own selves.

You don’t answer questions.

You just repeat them.

Fear.

The one word which puts us all into a witful trauma.

The one word that no one else has ever gotten an answer to.

The one word for no one has bothered to think upon.

Why’d you shout? Why’d you holler?

That isn’t fear. That’s decision.

Beautifully knitted one-sided decision.

Some goodbyes are the hardest. Some, they don’t hurt you.

Then? Left outs, you don’t name them. You just shriek for a while with the difficult swallowing and tears welling but what’s after? You start movin’ over.

Lump? They’re attributes. They’re your decisions.
For you don't even know if fear is supposed to be feared. 

‘That’s what humans are famous for, fabricating peculiarity.’

But no one’s ever naming fear. They’re attributes annexed to

‘Why do you fear?’

When a flock of birds is up into the mountain free air, what do they fight and fear tooth and nail?

Downfall? Or their Wings?

The answers to these questions cannot contradict the question itself,

But, it can support it.

Only when the bird fumbles with its wings, it falls.

But, what is your fear?

Love? The fear of losing them.

Hate? The fear of creating opposition.

Success? The fear of doing less.

Failure? The fear of growing up in life.

For, fear is not supposed to be tormented upon.

‘cause fear’s always there.

You aren’t.

Are you?