Bye Fe(ar)licia
Today we are burying Fear for the third time. Yes, yes, I know, it’s sad. He was always there for me. At night when I couldn’t sleep, on the way to school, in the middle of presentations. He was always there. The first time I buried him he was still alive. He laughed. He knew he would be back. The second time I buried him he was weaker. He didn’t laugh. He smiled though, he winked and said “See ya tomorrow”. And he did. I let him stick around for a while. I almost think I missed him. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t miss how cold I felt when he was around. I didn’t miss the unease he brought, I think I missed the fact that he was there. It was like I was never alone. In a sick way, he was kind of a friend. That is, before Peace walked in. Beautiful isn’t the word. She exudes calm. Tranquility radiates off of her. She is the exact opposite of Fear. I don’t feel cold or shaky or sick when she’s around. I feel safe. I know that I’m gonna be alright. She is really ...