Fear whispers, coils, and binds. A shadow puppeteer in the t..
Added 2024-12-29 21:00:17 +0000 UTCFear whispers, coils, and binds. A shadow puppeteer in the theater of our minds. It scripts our silence, paints our hesitations, and feeds on the moments we never claim as ours. What is it, really? A ghost, a memory, a trick of light? Or is it a cage we build, one thought at a time, with bars so familiar we forget they’re there?
Freedom isn’t found in running or hiding. It lives in the trembling confrontation, in the breath we hold before stepping into its dark heart. To fight fear is to fight ourselves, to peel back layers of illusion and see what trembles beneath. If we don’t name it, if we don’t face it, how can we ever say we’re free?
Find the beast. Look it in the eye. It may shrink, it may laugh. But in the end, the cage is yours to break.
