posted January 20, 2005 10:42 PM         

To me, it is never smiling again.
To him, it is death.

To me, it is not saying "i love you" once more.
To him, it is not feeling anything anymore.

To me, it is not living.
To him, it is living too much.

To me, it is overrated.
To him, it is underrated.

To me, it is fearing fear itself.
To him, it is fearing anything but.

To me, it is having no control.
To him, it is just following the rules.

All these differences, yet I know he isn't what he fears.
It is merely a small part of who he is.
Fear.
Nothing to be afraid of.

_______________________

Kt