fear

There aren't a lot many things that scare me. Now, I don't mean to be a hero, or something of the sort. I have just learned, over some really long and hard years, to not give a damn about most things. But I do fear certain things, and they scare the living daylights out of me- an old spot by the side of a highway near the outskirts of a small dead-end town in eastern India, an old building where I spent much of my youth, a lingering memory of the smell of someone's skin, a handful of old conversations that I try real hard to keep out of my mind, warm summer evenings, and the letter S of the English alphabet.

I fear them, not because they are inherently fearsome, but because they are constant reminders of an inescapable truth:

"Some dreams never come true. And they never stop haunting you. You can only run so far."