quick sketch of the fearful one in the tea room

my fear, don't leave me, i don't know, sometimes, how to breathe without you my oldest friend my security blanket my excuse to remain immobile without you, i might run into the outstretched arms of fate or stumble into the bliss of joy the fleeting the eternal the always, ever, only now that is the all of the nothings stretching out and out into forever on either side but never touching me the now that is everything it was born to be fear, don't leave me now how do i breathe without you don't leave me now clutching only to the blinding glare of hope