Slice Of Life

Fear is  on my surface, visible  and dancing like a kid with an ice-cream on a summer afternoon. they see my ears, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes... my body... my fear- it's a  permanent resident.  i wonder  where it stems from; what makes  it sit  so deep in me, on me, with me, and besides me; what are its roots. reflection of  my past gives  me lot to  visualize, but not the  root .  did one experience add up?  or two?  or more than two,  that i became a being  of fear?  oh, this vulnerability is so evident to  the world. will it make  use of it and  cut me down to pieces?  if it does, i am sure it'll start with the  root.        

There is some talent in everyone and what I have is, feeling lonely, angry with myself or at others, with uncontrollable upsurges worth causing severe harm to myself or others. I can be just fine right now and I can be a hurricane tomorrow; it happens so fast and nobody even senses it; I just want to go, sit alone, think about what happened and what triggered until I realize I need to become a breeze again. Because... this hurricane develops like a poison in my head and I strongly, very strongly feel that only I suffocate in it.