In the past, it vanished like the wind - it was quick and swift. Everything was gone before I could realize it. But that was just like scraping the first layer of soil of the surface. Nothing was deep, it was nothing but a rice grain to the giant of the heart.
But still it happened.
And it haunts me, everytime something close seems to blow past. People always say that when once bitten, twice shy. Shy has become my mould, a dwelling providing solace after a painful experience that left me crippled even till today, and I reckon would stick with me till my heart comes to a standstill.
I live in fear, of something like that happening again.
I live in fear, of breaking my vow to never shatter another person's heart.
I live in fear, of having to demolish the trust a person always had for me.
I live in fear, of dragging problems and magnifying them.
I live in fear, of failing to trust myself to trust others, for what they trust in me.
I live in fear, of letting painful memories displace my heartfelt feelings.
I live in fear, of living in fear.
Short and repetitive it may be. I hope I put the message across, please.
It is because i live in fear, that everything is happening as it is.


