Kids.
They are my biggest fear.
And my most passionate love.
And the only place they are real is in my head.

They are a figment of my imagination.
The things we will do.
The things we could do.

But watching them grow up.
Is scarier to me than actually having them.
With kids comes worry.

Watching them grow up means that I am growing older.
Watching them grow up means I'm that much closer to death.
Watching them grow up means asking yourself
"What have I done with my life"?

So my final thought is
Kids. Beautiful disasters.