i know that you’re scared but you cannot run from me. i am everywhere. i live in the soles of your feet and the pads of your fingers. the beating of your footsteps on solid ground is in time with my breath and i know that you hear the screaming child who lives in my veins and feeds on our darkest days. i know when you take a breath, it’s fast and then slow. your lungs deflate with such attitude that it stings on my tongue and nips on my skin. let it go. understand that the trees outlive our heart beats and our bodies decompose but that this feeling will never rot even when you get old.
