You don’t want to end up on your own.

Fear holds you back.

The clear path… I have long since lost it as Dante had; dare I compare myself to him when honestly I know I’m going to Hell. Dante’s Light… I suppose things are getting hot here and as always I see no escape or Cure from such.

TMNT… I heard Splinter say once that all fathers love their sons, but I’m twenty-seven and I still live in constant fear of mine. Execute… Son; I look at my childhood compared to my sister’s and realize I was the prototype to her great future, hmm…

It’s empty, scary and harsh.

Part two of short story.

This is a comment I had posted on facebook lately in the light of all the darkness and frustration I have been faced with. I have been going in and out of anxiety attack after anxiety attack, this is how I have felt lately due to its aggravating grasp on me.

Years ago, I suffered from an Anxiety disorder. I developed a fear of bees, that would paralyze me. I am better know… but this depicts those times.

The poetry that ate me in my dreams. Someone ate him to. And it is still him though.

I am lost.