A wise man once told me to start writing a book, you have to start writing what you fear. So here I am once again, trying to let out all my thoughts (high maybe yes maybe no), am I crazy (does the sun rise from the east), and see what haunts me or I think haunts me.
Clowns, the dark, spiders, death, people, murders, what exactly is fear and what do I fear. When I was a young innocent boy, these were probably my biggest fears:
