In the backseat of the car I laid my head on his lap and fell to a light slumber. I felt safe. Comfort and an inner peace. Dreams of a distant future played through my head, I no longer felt restless. A calm breeze ran through my body from my spine to my limbs. Curled up in a ball I laid. Listening to his heart, his breathing fell into sync with mine. A pure feeling of belonging and an under current of bliss was in the air.
I dont know how long we were there, wrapped up in each other, limbs intertwined. His intoxicating cologne and my musk and spiced perfume. We were addicted to each others smell. Openly we knew it. No words were needed, we held onto that embrace. The world closed off around us.
That moment was bliss.
No words were needed.
The world was quiet, if for only a moment more.
Someday’s I just want to stay hidden under a cloud of sheets and pillows. Locked away where no one can find me. Closed off and alone, the isolation is easier to bear than the outside world.
Anxiety eats away at my confidence, it eats away at my strength and my character. Each morning on the surface I float, step outside or spend another day hidden away? Every day I feel the push and pull.
Only I can break the cycle. Take that step and leave my bed or spend another countless day watching it pass by.
Darkness began to fall, she could feel the clouds choking out the light as they rolled along the sky. Chasing the blue skies and covering the land with their density. She could feel it in her veins, her heart beat differently, a rhythm that drowned her body of energy, slowing down her breathe and her pulse.
Any change in the weather ignited a change in her. Every nuance or inflection of tone in her voice heralded to those around her that she was as temperamental as the sky. She was as ever changing as the wind and also a bright light under the glow of the moon.
When the sun found a hole through the barren clouds, relief would flow through her veins. She could see clearly, she could breathe without the weight on her chest and she could move without the anchor of eyes upon her. That subtle inkling towards a change in the weather and the light of the sun struggling to push through the darkness of the clouds, she felt it more stronger than she felt any other connection in her life.
Juliet was comfortable and used to the changes now, it wasn’t always that way. Her youth was wasted on mountains of tears and hatred as strong as the storms she fought through. For she could always sense the change in the sky before others saw the signs. She could smell the rain a mile off and she could always count on her instincts. Those instincts and that very connection was the only thing that grounded her.
As long as she lived she would be the closest embodiment of the earth. She would walk among the others, she would slip between them and show them one by one that the earth had a connection, that connection was her.