Latent words.

I'm gullible.
Not insecure.
Certainly not naive.
I'm just gullible.
And that is what merges with the reality. The harsh reality.
I'm brave. 
Vaguely confident. Probably that is what sets me apart.
Confidence. What an utterly fine word. 
When you confide in yourself.
It takes a plethora of self-confidence to believe in myself. 
But, I'm not afraid. Zilch. I wonder how. Fear enhances nervousness.
Well. That is the thaumaturgy in my life. 
I dream. 
In fact, I fascinate. 
The minutest of things captivate me. Moreover, I tend to over-fascinate and I rather abruptly hallucinate. 
So this is where I get it to. Hallucination. 
The silliest of all the feelings.  It gets you nowhere beyond nowhere. I loathe it.  Every bit of me loathes it. It ruins everything. Every little thing. It tempts. It aggravates an intense fall.
I think, that is what enhances the incipient devastation.