The feeling of dread creeps in. Inexplicable, but you can sense its arrival. It’s coming. The timing is bad, almost too perfect. With nowhere to run, all that’s left is to run– literally. Pray for the escape caused by reactions within your body. Yes. Fatigue is more preferrable than whatever is about to come. Run. Run, lest it settles and nests within.
Ironic, how during these times, your only escape is in your own mind. Yet it is precisely the place you must flee. Go. Outside. Outside, the stars look down at you; Sparse lights, illuminate with their pale glow. The melancholy of the night embraces as the cool wind slaps you into reality.
The moon shines bright tonight.