Post by cerealciller on Feb 26, 2012 18:17:24 GMT -5
Do you know what fear is?
I do.
It's not the emotion that you will be harmed or even die. At least not for me, anyway. It's knowing deep down inside you have power to do most anything.
It's knowing that letting this power run loose means watching the people you care about fall apart even end up dead. It helps one to understand the with power comes the thirst for more.
Maybe this is the reason why it takes losing something to gain a superior substance. Just because one can gain great power does not mean that It should be used, the words of my Father stood firmly in my heart.
Fear is replaying the past events in your mind, seeing your father - a man you believed to be a superhero laying on the ground before you. His body slowly growing cold.
The vibrant baby blue eye in which he genetically passed down to you grew weak and colorless. It was clear that he felt unimaginable agonizing pain, but yet he looked on at me with a smile.
The fear in the matter is not watching him along with my mother dying. It's realizing that not only did I possible have the strength to stop it, but I also recall something. Something I shouldn't forget but yet I force yourself too, without any comprehension of doing so.
Fear is experiencing both things over and over each night. Fear is the way the ceiling looks above the place where you spent the night trying to force yourself to sleep.
It's watching the paint on the ceiling change from a painting of delicate and intricate fear into a perfect artistry of Hopelessness. The past can not be changed no matter how much I dream it too.
I do.
It's not the emotion that you will be harmed or even die. At least not for me, anyway. It's knowing deep down inside you have power to do most anything.
It's knowing that letting this power run loose means watching the people you care about fall apart even end up dead. It helps one to understand the with power comes the thirst for more.
Maybe this is the reason why it takes losing something to gain a superior substance. Just because one can gain great power does not mean that It should be used, the words of my Father stood firmly in my heart.
Fear is replaying the past events in your mind, seeing your father - a man you believed to be a superhero laying on the ground before you. His body slowly growing cold.
The vibrant baby blue eye in which he genetically passed down to you grew weak and colorless. It was clear that he felt unimaginable agonizing pain, but yet he looked on at me with a smile.
The fear in the matter is not watching him along with my mother dying. It's realizing that not only did I possible have the strength to stop it, but I also recall something. Something I shouldn't forget but yet I force yourself too, without any comprehension of doing so.
Fear is experiencing both things over and over each night. Fear is the way the ceiling looks above the place where you spent the night trying to force yourself to sleep.
It's watching the paint on the ceiling change from a painting of delicate and intricate fear into a perfect artistry of Hopelessness. The past can not be changed no matter how much I dream it too.