I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of drifting like a lone feather on cold snow. I have a fear of lacking things that make me special, of dreams that whisper too quietly. I'm afraid of falling out of place like a naked flower in the spring, without the pedals to hide something true, something of me. I'm afraid of falling behind like the duckling a tale thought was ugly. There's this fear of misunderstandings and I'm afraid that if I don't write enough, then I may forget why I'm here.
I'm afraid...
Plain and simple...
Like everybody else.
But these fears don't mean anything...
Not when I have nothing to be afraid of...
With no reason.
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My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
