Anticipation
Don’t go outside! SCARY
Do I have too.? Don’t want too. Don’t make me.
Here I go. It’s cold, dark and dank. Go.! Go!
We’re passing a huge , big 18 wheeler truck .
Fast speeding highway driving. Feeling the wind, my hand close- truck barreling
I duck down in my seat , crouching. PLEASE! Don’t hit us.
“ Fear” Can immolize, tear down to being an empty shell but we can go further if push thru it.
PUSH, PUSH, PUSH.
You are strong. You can endure. Out ,
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