It’s funny how I can go through an entire day completely fine until night falls.
Almost like the fear of the dark instilled in me as a child resurfaces, and I can hear my older family members telling tales of monsters and creatures of the night.
I can’t be the only one who experiences the fear of death just before bed.
Just as my mind settles, just as my blanket hits the height of comfort it happens. . .
“What if I die?”
Mind scattering, heart racing, slight panic attack.
Due to nothing more than a fact, living in fear of the one constant this life has to offer.
Death is the promise I wish I didn’t have to keep.
I don’t really know, sometimes I wish I could trigger the thought during my day, maybe I’d be more appreciative of every second I get to experience.
“Nothing’s ever promised tomorrow, today”
Not living in fear, but constantly aware.