The desire to have others satisfied or desired by my work has been near a lifelong journey for me thus far. Sprouted by a ghost of a father, watered by the tears of solitude. It grew for I was only a child into a fear bewildered by the sclera. The fear grew to feel like I was a burden to the ones I chose to love. I know others have experienced this fear. Thus far it hurts to know others hurt others for they know not what they do; Though knowledge prevents the innocent from being hurt.
The fear found inside the self finds a way to burrow into your everyday life by subtly changing behaviors and patterns to build. It digs mounds inside your heart and buries itself in the sands of your hourglass, clogging it until the air of your dreams can’t find the other side. It bursts until the sand falls ;revealing a mold of fear or dreams accomplished. The fear found inside the standing hourglass is seen as glue for the rocks fallen. Every pebble in its place, when the sun strikes the glass molded it breaks to a boulder, therefore a mountain creates a friendship.
Fear
The Hoot 
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