RED THREADS: The night

The night is a wild habitat that pursues us. Furtive encounters in the darkness, but desire is permanent.

Sometimes the body aches, imagining your breath so close without being able to see you.

We walk together in the fog, dreaming awake. Words are our refuge as we cross a path full of stalled souls, dying, empty, whom we do not see.

You are so close I can almost touch you, you are so far I almost fear losing you.

Two creatures in the same forest, I catch your steps in rhythm with mine, or is it your heart beating louder?