Lately, fear came knocking on my door. I thought I'd never see it again. But it came, fear came. It greet me, and lend out its hand longing for a handshake. I had to do it, I had to feel it once again. I hold it's hand firmly, it was cold. Chills running to my spine. My skin turned pale, my red lips fade. My body shook with fear. At that moment I asked god, is this another way of repent. I have no other options but only to let fear in... and I know. Once fear leave, I will bloom into a new leaf.