|Lividia and her boogeyman|
I was told the boogeyman wasn't real, and I knew this was true. But I was still afraid. I knew, too, that there were things in the world science and logic couldn't explain - good things and evil things. (being a preacher's kid, I got pretty familiar) I knew I had power to dispel the evil things, but when it's dark and you're alone, you don't feel very powerful.
As I grew older, I was fascinated by fear and its power to drive people, or stop them from doing what they want to do. I had my own fears, but I was always fascinated by the fears of others and the reasons behind them. Fear, like love, is powerful. It's a force all its own and causes many of the horrors of the world. It calls to us just like love does, but the promises it makes aren't happy ones.
|Strawman concept 2011|
Today, my boogeyman has turned inward. He's that voice inside that tells me I can't succeed, that I'm already behind, that I shouldn't even try. He still tries to take my imagination, quench it, box it in. He speaks with the voice of a million naysayers, to snatch and grab with those long fingers, and try to tear me apart. But he'll never succeed. Because I created him. And I control how far I let him go.
Do you have a boogeyman?