I am afraid of myself when I remain steadfast in front of cruel things, I am afraid when I do not cry in front of things that call me to cry, I am afraid when I am silent despite the noise of my head and all the words that are in my chest, I am afraid for myself when all shocks are received quite calmly, I am afraid of the idea that this steadfastness will suddenly collapse and I will not be able to get up again.