He breathes down my neck constantly. I can always feel his coldness wherever I go. You can probably feel him too. Everytime I sleep and everytime I wake up I can sense him watching over me, waiting, biding his time. He is the curse that is put upon us from the moment we are born.
Some of us try to escape him, they run and hide from what will always follow. Others welcome him and embrace him. It makes no difference to him, he will have his way whatever happens.
He invisible yet he leaves his mark on everybody. He cannot be understood but many try to describe him. He is unreal and a part of life.
We all have our own fears. My fear is not the stranger who follows me, my fear is how he will make himself known to me, which one of his searing kisses will burn my forehead. I do not fear death, I fear dying