This feeling, that which I'm expressing, or rather, incapable of, is a feeling that is now unfamiliar, after a prolonged duration of conscious elusion, but is leaking back into that hollow muscular organ... what's it called again?

I'm extremely ambivalent towards it, and so will my actions in steering where it will all eventually lead. Maybe I'm more incongruous than I thought.

For a first time in the longest time, I fear. And this fear, it's pernicious and impossible to ignore. Far worse, I doubt it's curable.

With great feeling, comes great risk. And unfortunately for me, with great risk, comes great fear. And this fear might just reverse the whole process. They say you will find a reason to never have to fear again, but what do they know. Possibility is probable, however impossible its probability may seem.