About fear...
Fear makes the adrenaline go.
Makes you tremble.
Shiver.
Sweat.
Makes you alive.
I am not sure what I'm doing, or better, I know what I'm doing, only I also know I shouldn't be doing it.
I might be risking more than I am bargaining for.
Getting into shit that doesn't belong to me.
But it's so, so tempting.
*digs a hand in his pockets, takes out Taylor's business card, stares at it and at the number scribbled on the back and the other numbers, the ones he is not supposed to dial. Thinks of David, the state of him, his face, thinks of Jack...*
Makes you tremble.
Shiver.
Sweat.
Makes you alive.
I am not sure what I'm doing, or better, I know what I'm doing, only I also know I shouldn't be doing it.
I might be risking more than I am bargaining for.
Getting into shit that doesn't belong to me.
But it's so, so tempting.
*digs a hand in his pockets, takes out Taylor's business card, stares at it and at the number scribbled on the back and the other numbers, the ones he is not supposed to dial. Thinks of David, the state of him, his face, thinks of Jack...*