White

I get in my position and make everything disappear. Responsibilities float back and forth trying to make an indention in my memory. My goal is a void of color, yet it’s never achieved. Fear is the one thing not obvious in my daily struggles, but it makes its appearance in the surface of my subconscious. He whispers my name perversely in my ear. His voice glides around my space. He shows me things he'll do. He frightens me from peace. Why does he want me?