When I climb outside myself I can see it is simple
so truly simple.
the dark sky painted behind it laughs,
or am I mistaken, so painfully human as to drag it down with me.
I shiver, for it is cold
I climb back in
there it is,
I find my fear in my throat and I swallow it so it touches my heart.
black as the night sky
or is that a lie?
Human is to feel fear in such simple solitude
to be human is to escape into cowardess
I do not feel the silence like I once did.
Being alone no longer comforts me and I can rejoice in the day
fear is not human
to overcome with passion is human
to laugh is human.