Fear

Fear

A Story by Jonny The Savage

                It is through fear that I exist: it defines my every action. There is a difficulty that lies in expression when all that is offered is a continuation of illusion, existing only to mask the otherwise grim reality. It’s much easier to smile, half-heartedly, and offer the expected response than to stand in opposition and say what is true. This little house of mirrors of mine disorients even me at times and I often scream, in waking silence, to smash them all to bits; but alas I never have the strength to, strength is something that I lack. 

© 2011 Jonny The Savage


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B
Strength comes along nicely
it takes time
it grows like a beautiful flower
and fills you


Posted 9 Years Ago


Jonny The Savage

9 Years Ago

I feel like if not for my curiosity, I wouldn't be me.
B

9 Years Ago

Isnt it magical
Jonny The Savage

9 Years Ago

Rather so.

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Jonny The Savage
Jonny The Savage

Atlantis, Apple Rock



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Aesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..

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