can i see beauty, when i'm frozen, staring in shock, at the future? good things are getting crowded out by the looming Goliath, the anxiety, the worries.
my mind does not want to believe that everything will be okay, at least for me and, possibly, the rest of humanity...
like Chcken Little, like the Boy who cried wolf, like a doomsayer - "danger! danger! Willl Robinson!"
...and then I remember, I'm most afraid of myself.
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