Fear of fear

The sky is blue and the clouds are white but I still feel something is wrong. The earth is still turning, the sun is still shining and I actually slept well. My life has been such a whirlwind. Maybe I need to do more of that sleep thing. Still not sure how to do that though. This sick feeling needs to go away and leave me in peace. Peace of mind, Peace of heart, and peace of stomach.
Whirling and twirling makes me hurling
The fire is a nice hot feeling in the cold. I wonder how the fire feels? Warm breeze, warm please. Cooling touch, chicken hutch.
Tired and sleep are they the same thing? They both end up asleep with their eyes squeezed shut. I squeeze my eyes when fear closes them. Is it the fear of sleep or the fear of no control? I wonder as the dark closes in. Fear of sleep equals fear of everything.
I wonder what it is in the dark that people most fear? Is it the dark itself or the fear of fear that chases our dreams? The dreams I have could chase you to screams. I wonder if we control our dreams or the dream master. That is the thought that many are afraid of. To be afraid is to be human. I wish not to be human and have no fear.
Fear of fear is fearful in itself.