Like the smell of snow in the air before a single flake falls, I sense a change on the horizon.There is an ache deep in the pit of my stomach today. My soul is hovering on fight-or-flight instinct, searching dark hallways and moonlit paths for an answer that may never come.
And yet, nothing has changed. At least nothing palpable. All I have is this intangible fear trickling through my veins. The hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention. The ache of restlessness in my bones. A tattered map of the stars I see in your eyes, trying to find my True North.
But your hands trace oceans across my skin. Your lips demand silence from monsters. Freight trains are halted by echos of a thousand moments. Your shadow follows me through deserts and forests and meadows, steadfast, as though it has been there since we were nothing more than stardust and a promise.
Perhaps this Pandora’s Box tucked in the darkest corner of my heart is simply a reflection of my own self-doubt. Trembling fault lines running through crumbling tombs of the past.
Only time will tell.