Fear. Fear is cold. It starts out small; like an inner,
almost undetectable itch. At first, it’s so tiny that you can almost brush it
away and ignore it. Almost. You aren’t quite sure at first what is unsettling
you, but you are confident that something isn’t quite right.
Then, slowly, the unsettling feeling grows. It grows from an
itch to an ache. From an ache to a stinging pain. To a nervous twitch. To a
panicked breathlessness. To a crazed fleeing. Finally, to a resigned calmness.
That is the most frightening, the calmness. No attempts to
escape. No further madness. Almost as if you are walking straight toward the
terror with open arms.
Fear. Fear is cold. It starts out small; like an inner,
almost undetectable itch. But it grows. It grows into an insatiable,
overwhelming madness that invades every particle of your being.
