fear.

if you ever have to ask yourself

are you really afraid?

you aren’t.

because fear

real, fucking terror

is an all-encompassing

all-consuming

monstrosity.

all of you who have been there

grazing the fringes of sanity

knows exactly what it feels like

withdrawing from hard-won hope.

whether in the form of trivial apprehension

over some stupid, unrequited love

or the raw, incomprehensible clusterfuck of horror

of staring your own mortality in the face

fear is universal.

it knows no inhibition

no subtlety

only cold, black anxiety

and nauseous panic.

it is unflinching

infallible

and ubiquitous.

the constance of fear

is the only thing

anywhere near

what we try to call god.