To the girl with amber eyes,
You asked me what I was afraid of.
If it was anybody else, I would say spiders, loud noises or even scary films.
But something in your eyes made me pause.
Perhaps, it was the utter raw that frames your amber eyes or the way you were silently begging for a deep honesty.
But I paused.
I looked at you and knew that those weren't the things I was truly afraid of.
My mind raced to all the different fears that I held only to myself.
I am afraid of never knowing my purpose, of simply being another faceless pedestrian.
I am afraid of silence.
I am afraid of all the things I never said
I am afraid I will move from classroom to desk
I am afraid of falling in love, afraid of giving my soul to be shattered
I am terrified of staying a soulless corpse.
I terrified my feet will never release from this pitch that holds me back.
So, you see, I am coward with uncounted fears,
