The vast extent of life frightens me.
The constant numbess of it all.
So afraid of emotions I'v started to fear the lack of them aswell.
In my constant state of closedness I had forgotten closeness.
But now I'm older and realised that with age, one does indeed become wiser.
With that perpetuating fear of a trite life,
I know that some day in the vast time I'll live, I'll know happiness.
