“If you want to fly, you have to give up the shit that weighs you down” – Toni Morrison
Then, I guess, if I weren't afraid, I'd fly. I would not feel this weight in my heart, these knots in my stomach, experienced everytime I think I'm about to be seen. If I weren't afraid, I'd be me, I'd stop acting, I'd be honest and truthfull. I'd be as light as a feather, cause fear is the only thing that is weighting me down. Once I free myself from fear, I will be able to feel and think freely, and even express myself. I will be the fluid that I know I am, and not the solid trapped by its own contours.
In response to the Afraid prompt