If your cup is full it is bound to over flow.

Calming my breath I search for that flow of energy that I want, and which I need to help me through overcoming my greatest enemy. Myself.

Fear had always been empty to me, when it fills me I grow with a certain vigorous confidence knowing well that deep within me I will overcome all obstacles, with grace. Each moment with each thought our blood boils with the emotions conjured through spell binding blindness. Another walk about after dark fear comes up behind me, he has always been waiting for me beside you. Waiting to see me in a dark night. For it is me for him who brings the light.

The rain that falls beneath our feet seeps deep, hunting us out while we try to lie and make others understand that is ok for us to run fast while we hold each others hands.

And now here I lie with six pillows by my side. Waiting for fear to come see me in the darkest of nights. Waiting to be whole, waiting to hear what I have already been told, that fear will see me in the darkest of nights.