I keep finding this lying part of me that rejects beauty and appreciation for this sense of life

I scare myself too much. Maybe it's just because it's coming closer to October, which means Halloween. By far my favorite holiday, it's not the candy, it's the culture, the haunted houses, the, art everywhere and in the smallest ways. It seems everybody get creative for the decoration and flair of it.

The part was fear. It's hard to kill.