Festering deep inside slowly expanding and building and taking bits and pieces from your insides. A small cut you notice but don’t think too much of until it's infected and you're lying in a bed paralyzed with indecision and worry. A mole that buries into the deepest crevice of your soul. A pair of eyes peering out of the dark. An unknowable unreachable inconceivable river styx waiting to carry you to endless dark. Where death is salvation and self-determination feels like dying and it’s a difference of full life and slow death. Small fears are mountains and giants are only ants crawling over your foot. Fear is the barrier between you and everything you could be.