Life is scary.
\nSometimes,
\nhalf the time,
\nsometimes a little,
\na moment, an hour,
\nsometimes only in my dreams.
\nBut what\u2019s the point
\nof losing my nerve?
\nIf I become mute
\nand never speak again?
\nIt would be like a songbird
\nwithout its song.
\nCould happen.
\nLife returned to silence.
\nThe earth without its birds,
\nwithout its songs,
\nlonger than time itself.<\/p>\n
Scary.
\nNot suffering.
\nJust that light had never happened,
\nuntil stars
\nshattered the darkness,
\nbefore then,
\neverything was eternally invisible.
\nScary.
\nSo why should I
\nbe afraid of tomorrow?
\nThe next millennium?
\nThat I would be alone,
\nand never have the peace
\nof sleeping as I slept before?
\nWaking up
\nto love my sacred ones,
\nand being afraid
\nof losing them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Life is scary. Sometimes, half the time, sometimes a little, a moment, an hour, sometimes only in my dreams. But what\u2019s the point of losing…<\/p>\n