I am afraid of the crevasses of life that I don't know.

I am afraid of retreating into a shell of unreachable fibre.

I am afraid of the past catching up with me.

I am afraid of it defining my existence and others perception of me.

I am afraid of what we should fear.

I am afraid of the unknown alleyways, the diverse cultures, the people whose knowledge exceeds mine yet I long to absorb it.

I am afraid of being defined by my past life rather than growing from it.