Empty. Fears.

Alone.

I have a fear of being alone, being empty.

The world is full of people trying to bring you down.  I don’t want to be a part of that.

We judge others before we know them, we judge ourselves.

Do we know ourselves?

I have a fear of losing myself.  Or is it finding myself?

Have I found myself?

We forget that the people we see are REAL.  They are as real as we are.

Are we real?

We walk these halls daily with the pressures of a lifetime on our shoulders.

We compare our behind the scenes, with everyone else’s projection screen.

You are not alone.

I am not alone.