We fear the new, yes we do so much. Too much. Lalala, I'm off.

What is it that holds you inside on a rainy day?
What is it that holds you back jumping over that fence?
What is it that holds you from saying what has to be said?
What is it that holds you from doing what has to be done?
What is it that holds you home?
What is it that holds you here?
Say, what is it?

Nothing has to be feared, the worst that can happen is that you die.

You will, anyway.

xoxo