There you go, tiptoeing through the forest of my mind again.This time, I walk with you, I see what you see.I reside in the warmth of your cupped palm, I resound in your whistle to your loyal companion.

This time, the silence grows heavier, louder, as the streetlights break their neon vow.

This time, more than ever, I wish that I was really by your side, walking that seemingly innocent carpet of crumbling leaves.
What will you unearth today? What apparition will the trees choose to bless you with?

What do you tread on tonight? Is it an innocuous forest floor or a shapeshifting landscape of shadows?

One of those nights when nothing else will do.

Trees froth overhead like a menacing sea of dull gold.

Where are you? How are you? Are you okay?

Shadows flicker, lengthen, ensnare. Do you want to be trapped?