Listen.

i’m just avoiding everything that had hurt. i don’t want to go back into that fear of history repeating itself again. I was never shy for the second try, no matter how painful the first bite was. 

Experiencing the same bite twice felt different. It’s like waking up to a magnificent sunrise only to realize that it’s a fireball crashing onto you. No escape, no repose. I’d never be able to look at dawn in the same way ever again. Not without a tinge of fear creeping from the back of my mind down my spine. 

So i run, away from the light, believing that by avoiding what’s fearful, i’d be fearless. What a fix i’m in.