Diario: the shape of fear

The other day I was thinking: "What is the one thing that has defined me throughout the years, since I was little?" It didn’t take long to answer. It’s my ability to stand up against fear and swim toward it, even while being terrified of every possibility.

Conjuro

Que nunca encuentres la salida de mi laberinto. Que se pierdan todas las llaves que puedan librarte de mí y ponerte en marcha.

Caring?

"Caring?"—he replied, confused. It wasn’t a word most people used to describe him. "Yes. Caring and loving," said the man, legs wide open as he pushed himself in.