Need Fear

I look to the stars for a glimpse of the past.

No longer do I look both ways before I cross the street.

That feeling that crawls up the back of your neck, doesn’t visit me.

Once I feared the dark and searched for the light.

I now enjoy the darks cold embrace.

Never has bourbon tasted so dull.

Picking fights to feel a rush of life.

Can’t recall where my fear chose to leave me.

In the presence of death, I feel most alive.

I want the fear back.

Need to feel the cold soothing bite that bourbon delivers off the first sip.

Without fear of death, life holds no purpose.

Life without purpose, not worth living.

Day #25 SJD

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