The Winter Is Coming

The years grow shorter and pass almost in the blink of an eye while the world closes around us, holding us tighter and tighter until there is no chance of escape. There is no free space around us and there is nothing we can do to shrug off how this world holds onto us.

I grow tired and can’t seem to find my way out of this darkness. The winter is coming, bringing the cold and the dark for us to hide inside, away from the world. We live these separate lives far away from each other and unable to touch, bundled up inside our winter lives.

Here, there is only the darkness of the lengthening nights that hold us inside them, huddled against the cold and the dark. We wait for the comfort of warmth and the touch of skin against skin to remind us of the warmth of living, and how it will fight against the all-enveloping cold and dark.