the storm.

Last autumn was colder than usual.

When your words started to make my blood curdle and your kisses felt like frostbites.

And I was deaf to those screaming "run away" because there was no place to run to.

You were the world.

But I was tired.

I was tired that each path led straight back to you. That you were waiting on every corner and the streets were screaming out your name. That every face in the crowd was yours and you were the last stop of all the night trains.

It was until one day when I jumped off the train. I could feel the enormous storm coming.

I gave in it.

And it took all of me.

After a while, it tossed me ashore, soaking wet. I got up off my knees and looked around.

You were no where to be found.

And with the sigh of relief came the thought, that there are other worlds too.