Some people were afraid of wars. They thought their precious lives would be taken by the monster. Others were afraid of spiders, the creatures that my body carrying a burden tread on every single day. Some had the fear of poverty, having the luxuries of money taken away from them. Well I was not one of these humans. I was the one who saw the real problems swirling around people like graceful dancers, which I considered them as. The problems with luxuries or spiders were to none of my concern. My eyes were fixed on the questions at the end of the road not on it. Wasn't that all that mattered the end? I wasn't sure but I was very determined to find out. And as I continued to have depressing fantasies of graceful fears swirling around people's heads I was interrupted by a loud crash. My eyes opened and looked to the ground. Thankfully the dishes that lie scattered on the sidewalk were durable. More to come sorry it was so short!All Rights Reserved