Dreams
December Twefth, Twenty-Ten
First, I feel the need to talk more. Sorry.
Oh, Right. Chapter. It's another Fear.
I'd like to think it's a common fear. I don't know the name of the fear. But it's that fear of the moment of uncertainty. When you walk into a room, and you think someone will be there, but you have to pause and find them before walking over to them. It's like admitting you're human, too. Like letting people see you, with your mouth parted. Because you've let your headphones down, and you have to look everywhere first. I hate it. People can then look at me, stare, and I'm not just a blur passing by in a strange outfit, I'm something they can whisper about in more than speculations, because they have time to take me in, before I'm gone. I really really despise that moment, and will avoid it at all costs.
Oh, Right. Chapter. It's another Fear.
I'd like to think it's a common fear. I don't know the name of the fear. But it's that fear of the moment of uncertainty. When you walk into a room, and you think someone will be there, but you have to pause and find them before walking over to them. It's like admitting you're human, too. Like letting people see you, with your mouth parted. Because you've let your headphones down, and you have to look everywhere first. I hate it. People can then look at me, stare, and I'm not just a blur passing by in a strange outfit, I'm something they can whisper about in more than speculations, because they have time to take me in, before I'm gone. I really really despise that moment, and will avoid it at all costs.