The mere fact.

How funny is it, that the little things in life scare us  the most…

We’re afraid of getting out of bed in the morning and facing  all of the mistakes we made the day before.

We’re afraid of walking down the street and stumbling into the people who hurt us the most and still act polite and stupidly strong.

We’re afraid we’d fail at a job we want to excel and stand out at.

We’re afraid of voicing out our feelings and admitting being head over heals in love with the last person that would reciprocate.

We’re afraid of not being able to break out of this vicious cycle of boredom, ambiguity and the shadows in between.

And most most of all we’re afraid of the eyes that will look right through us and see how scared and broken we truly are.


3 thoughts on “The mere fact.

  1. I don’t know exactly what to comment on this post, but the honesty and bluntness of it got to me. I love it. It’s my favourite of your blog so far. <3

  2. “So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myraid sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark tress, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being”

    -Sylvia Plath

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