Aug 2014
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The darkness hides behind the curtains of lies, as the smoke of doubt drifts by the passage of hate. Once caught in the passage, you see your fate walk out of you because of fear. Fear is a sickness that once it clings on, it clings on till the end of days. Eye sockets go dry as the Sahara desert. What kind of fear is this? The kind you only talk about but never want to face. The fear that has no fear of separating those closest. The fear that is so addictive that everyone is a ******. No its not the fear of death, no its not the fear of animal, no its not the fear of muscles, but yes it is a fear of love. The kind of fear that has a thin line. The kind of fear that changes like weather. The kind of fear that can render you paralyzed, muted, and dislocated.
This kind of fear we long for, this kind of fear is called LOVE.
The darkness hides behind the curtains of lies, as the smoke of doubt drifts by the passage of hate. Once caught in the passage, you see your fate walk out of you because of fear. Fear is a sickness that once it clings on, it clings on till the end of days. Eye sockets go dry as the Sahara desert. What kind of fear is this? The kind you only talk about but never want to face. The fear that has no fear of separating those closest. The fear that is so addictive that everyone is a ******. No its not the fear of death, no its not the fear of animal, no its not the fear of muscles, but yes it is a fear of love. The kind of fear that has a thin line. The kind of fear that changes like weather. The kind of fear that can render you paralyzed, muted, and dislocated.
This kind of fear we long for, this kind of fear is called LOVE.
