On fear, because me I fear life for it to be so. Something I don’t know, that I am discovering as I am living it, as I am leaving it, as I am being so. I am afraid of the things that I don’t know because they are free as I am, yet I need to control, my actions have a weight I can not dissmiss. I am affected by words and the ways in which we talk, here I am just confronted to the paper and life doesn’t lead to negociation because I am writing this life as I please without the consequences of your eyes, but my will. I am the one leading your eyes as the words go by, but in real life you and me have a conversation that could stop at any moment, and that might hurt. Are we willing to be hurt ? Am I infected by the stories of my words ? I am fearfull of the things I can do, effects I make on people’s life, yet I keep going. I don’t fear words, they help our needs be meet. Words are never enough when we are building stories worth living without fearing so. We are dragging ourselves somewhere, better it be to a space without fear, a space from which we grow better and wiser, clarity in our intentions because a story could share nothing if we are fooled by it’s words; safety above all because life is an accident, we are not going to come out alive from. And yet, here we are This is what actions repercuting living as we go, feeling through those things a space hand a point to which but not I I
want want
risking something we don’t know. we are made of, on each other’s lifes as we meet, loving as we talk we are about to create that is familiar, new, we can hold on to, depend on,
to
trust
your
to
trust
love, myself.
I shall not fear what I lose, because life is the only bet I am taking on, and words are always there to save us.
Words Action
out full
of of
fear love