I wonder what is Dread,
What is dread to my friends,
Is it the same as mine, the kind that fills me with shivers, one that makes me feel that the light sky went bleak, the one that sent my heart to papillate and make me clench the front of my clothes, breathed hard to be in control
Is it the time that when I realized, my dream might not just go well, the time when I realized the future where I might be branded to be as a failure, the failures that the adults of my childhood told me not to be to, the state that made me wonder where is the help, the help they said that in my childhood there will be there for me too,
Or the one time, in the state of post-nut-clarity when I felt bad of the dark feelings that I bore too, when jealousy sent me to hate on the people I should congratulate, when anger made me behave like some sort of red beast that blurred reason for the sole satisfaction of the unfathomable ego, or when vanity erupts in me makes eat all the food that was presented on the table and yet for some reason tastes like nothing, nothing like the memories of the child, I thought I still be, and in those cases, used to be,
In those times, I felt dread, dread to myself,
So, I thought, that maybe people also felt dread, dread to themselves,
I realized that there are many kinds of how people feel this feeling, just like the many kind of reasons it sent people to feel that way,
I pray you for the peace that you need,
That kind of warm spiritual peace, that will quench your accelerating heartbeat, the kind that I hope will lend you sight for your path,
Write it in dread, but I finish it with warm love, that you all may find your way,
- From the one who's filled with guilt in post-nut-clarity
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