It's a quiet night. A few voices are to be heard above the swishes of cars on the rainy road, and some honks fade out into the distance, forgotten in moments. I'm staring into the darkness, thinking about fear. Primal is the word I would think everyone would use- primal in the way that I feel the blood in my nerves pump in that special certain way when fear is near.
I want to say 'but' because there should be something there, rhetorically, however (catch that?) the very nature of fear is raw and unebbing.
I decide to list what I'm afraid of. That goes nowhere because my mind delves into the intricacies of each of the line items. I take a sip of some coffee, feel the hot liquid sink down my throat, and a little part of me buzzes. Like a phone on vibrate trapped in the folds of a winter coat.
I get up.