Fear R.S.V.P
Fear. I see you. In the shadows. Just round the corner. I see you chasing me like a wild dog chases a rabbit. Like murderous rage chases the angered mind. Why is it that you don’t leave me alone? Why is it that you make me look back? You make me pause. Take a step back. Hesitate. God dammit you destroyed the one thing I loved, the one woman I loved, the one path I had chosen for myself and the one goal I had in life. Why? What’s so terrifying beyond the act that makes you pull me behind? In this ‘Do what you love’ and ‘Go forth’ era, what the fuck do you offer? Perspective? Rationality? Caution? Really? That’s what you look for? … I asked myself what I would do in fear’s shoes… The father’s voice when you are rash on your bike. The mother’s voice when you stay out late at night. That sister’s voice when you date that bitch. Fear, right? Oh, I see! Now, I know. Why you have this weird control over me. … But this time, I want to sit you down and say, it’s OK man. This time, I have ...