A creative description of fear

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.