the fear.

Sometimes I'm afraid to leave. I have this horrible feeling that when I leave, every thing's going to change. I'll come back, but there won't be anything to come home to. I'll probably try searching for everyone that I once knew and had in my life, but it won't be the same. Maybe I won't be recognizable, or possibly people won't remember me. Maybe I'll be just someone of the past, and nothing of the present or future. I think the worst part is, I'm afraid I won't matter anymore.

So you ask me,

are you afraid?

Yes, yes I am.