A.M Thoughts

Fear

It emerged simultaneously from my pores,
Sought attention whenever I spoke
My voice would quiver at the thought of calling it out.
Fear.
It creeps in when you're vulnerable sorta like a lover that remembers you when it's dark.
And in the most fucked up way, it's comforting.

"What is is that you're so afraid of?"
Is it the figureless voices?
Do they replay the past as though you could somehow stop time to alter the present?

Fear