because that fear? That fear is not failure. That fear is your heart,
still beating, that fear is your lungs, still breathing, that fear is
your bones, still ready to pick you up from the bottom and carry you
to safety, that fear is your entire system rejecting the idea that you
are unable to survive any longer, that fear is the primal part of your
brain echoing through your nervous system just one whisper of
desperation: stay. Stay. Stay. You are still capable of so much and so
many good things. That fear is your heart, and she is waiting for you
to remember love. That fear is your lungs, and they are still filling
with hope every time you inhale. That fear is your bones and your
skeleton, and he is so happy that you are the soul that came to
inhabit him. You are electricity, you are synaptic connections, you
are a beautiful creation of science and heaven, you are human - and
some part of you wants to stay here, on this good earth where grass is
still green and the sun still makes freckles on the faces of the
people who turn to her and the moon still makes sure you’re tucked
in sleeping and cities are still full of people kissing and you are
still capable of dreaming-Inkskinned
