By Noelani Occhiline
Fear is not just a feeling or sight or anything of that sort, fear is something that contradicts our desires. A desire to love or to want, to feed or to heal. Even I myself have fears. What if one day I run out of stories to tell and people to greet. What if I too, end up sitting alone rotting away? Just like that one old house upon a forgotten hill, stories already told and people already greeted. Wood already rusting and gears long from turning. Just groaning and rotting. And sitting away….
