Often, when I think about my future, it becomes a vastness that I cannot wholly imagine. The breadth of my fear at time passing- this thing I cannot control, and cannot slow down, pulls me- a little like my fear of heights and like a strong vacuum.
It seems I am being drawn to something in the center that is terrible and addictive and intoxicating, and it's probably not that frightening!
But my fear limits me, my time here on earth is limited, as is all of ours, and that makes me sad.
Confess ID: opmz36ax
Posted On: 26-Nov-2008