Writer's Block: Bump In The Night
"What are you afraid of?"
I think everyone has moments where being outside, at night, in the open, alone, can be a bit intimidating; however, that's not fear. That's just anxiety. Nerves.
You want to know what genuine fear is? When something creeps into your mind, dark and looming, and runs its cold fingers across the back of your skull. Your heart sinks into your chest and the very weight of a thought feels as if it could stifle the somewhat labored beating, but that initial pang slips away as your gray-matter sets about self-correcting and self-censoring, and you're left with only that uncanny feeling that you get when you jolt awake shortly after nodding off.
Fear is a conscious nightmare, essentially. Something that is very real, or at the least, threatening.
What are you afraid of? I'm afraid of being completely and utterly alone for the rest of my natural life, but that's only because I feel like I'm a somewhat insufferable person in large doses. Ah well.
I think everyone has moments where being outside, at night, in the open, alone, can be a bit intimidating; however, that's not fear. That's just anxiety. Nerves.
You want to know what genuine fear is? When something creeps into your mind, dark and looming, and runs its cold fingers across the back of your skull. Your heart sinks into your chest and the very weight of a thought feels as if it could stifle the somewhat labored beating, but that initial pang slips away as your gray-matter sets about self-correcting and self-censoring, and you're left with only that uncanny feeling that you get when you jolt awake shortly after nodding off.
Fear is a conscious nightmare, essentially. Something that is very real, or at the least, threatening.
What are you afraid of? I'm afraid of being completely and utterly alone for the rest of my natural life, but that's only because I feel like I'm a somewhat insufferable person in large doses. Ah well.