Fear - Shaken, Not Stirred.

I've been gripped by fear lately. An overdose of it, for that matter. I fear that it will eventually become nothing but a diminishing shadow. Not by my choice, but a chosen path beyond my control. I'm tired of weighing what is right and what is wrong. Do I not know the distinction between the two? Why should I adhere to the cookie-cutter bestowed unto me?

Hush and be still. Close your eyes and be whisked away into another world. A place where the sea stretches far beyond the horizon. With the wind in our hair, there is nothing but silence for company. Grains of sand between our toes, laughter breaks the inhibition composed.

I've been waiting all this while. When will it be known to me?