Subject line: I am scared.


ghana, africa.

I am 19 years and I am scared. I am scared about all there is to be scared about- and all there isn’t. I am scared of the dark and of horror movies. Of disappointments and failure. Of wars and floods. But what I am most scared of is perceptions. I’m scared of how the world sees me. How meanings are deduced from the way I walk or dress or what I eat. I am scared that the mind, without questions, is a compass of judgement. And I’m terribly scared that in wallowing in these inverted telescopes, I lose myself. I lose the very little things that make me different.

And in the end, we are all a grey kind of people; with all the rainbows hidden in our core. I am scared of that too.