Fear

I'm afraid of the little things. Of ants crossing in front of me and my large feet accidentally crushing their tiny bodies. Of the sun slipping behind a cloud and it never coming out the other side. Of tripping over a crack in the sidewalk and accidentally falling into another universe completely, another dimension, where nothing's the same but it isn't really different.

I worry about my skin bunching up like too-long sleeves. I worry about ideas falling out of my ears when the sticky on the back of their paper wears off. I worry about walking too far along the side of the road and never being able to find my way back, even if it's just a this-way-or-that-way situation.

I like when trees whisper secrets to each other as I walk underneath their green leafy canopies and pretend I'm anywhere but the city. I like how the sky never ceases to provide me with the comfort that there's blue underneath the grey and all I have to do is wait for the clouds to thin out. I like that I can move all my toes individually because it freaks out my little brother and it makes for a great party trick.

I love smiling. I love sunshine. I love laughter.