Fortuna Non Omnibus Aeque

I feel you around me, as if I am cursed with the presence of your spirit. A gust of wind that lashes my skin and makes me quake with fear, a whisper in the night that echoes in my mind so powerful it silences everything else that is around me. As I lie in my empty bed I can feel so briefly your touch on my lips I could almost taste it, but then I open my eyes and the emptiness makes me shudder. There is a storm in my soul; I know I can’t hide from it. Can’t you stop it? When it takes over, can’t you help me? I only wish to press my cheek to your heart, hear it pound in your chest. I wish it would shut out the screaming of my demons, but they get louder. I can’t break through that thick darkness.