no. 26

I don’t believe in overcoming fear. It’s in us, with us, like our shadows, bathing new mountains before we even know they’re there. But it’s okay. It’s okay, because I’ve realized that it’s my fear, this friend, this soulmate of mine who keeps me present. Just as long as I can mind her like a vice, never to swallow me up or close my eyes, I understand now that she’s the reason I insist. She’s the reason I must. She’s the reason I choose to feel most alive.