fear can live in the bones. not loud, just settled. passed down like eye color or silence at dinner. at seven he is scared of his mother's love, because even that comes with pain. at seventeen he is scared of dying for nothing, because in his world death shows up unannounced. and at twenty seven he is scared of god, of success, of slipping. of losing the light. it is like he is walking through his own life barefoot, naming every broken piece he stepped on. it reminds me that fear is not always loud. sometimes it is a quiet thing that follows you room to room. sometimes it is inherited, like a story no one tells but everyone remembers. and kendrick tells it. soft. aching. true. like bleeding without breaking skin.
and lifes a bich, pull them panties to the side now ;)