terminal fear in Kellie's Stuff

I close my eyes and I sense they are near. The trepidation of doom. Sister says do not let your fear drive you.

Death come to all, yes I get it. This is different. It is not the fateful event it is a stalker. I find myself looking over my shoulder. He or they are there. I am chained in my fear.

Now all I do is hide. I smoke. I drink. No one believes me. I am either paranoid, going insane or in great danger. Lovely options all

Sister just wants me to focus on the fashion. Stay in the black. Immerse in the work. Easy to say for her. She has no fears. She incites fear. Pretty pictures are no match for a weapons cache. Miss defender of justice.

Who knows, maybe it is just me hearing the echoes of my own fears. My morbid acceleration to the inevitable. That dark corner of the room which we all disappear into one day..or night.
By the way Jay took me down to this warehouse and look at the photo.... love the background… otherwise.... :p

Now onto something less morbid… check out the doll

Later....