In the quiet you sense it. You don’t know what or when.
It sneaks up on you like a panther in the night. It’s unexpected and it’s sudden. You hear the rumbling in the distance yet you are unaware of the changes the harbinger signals.
And yet it comes.
You’re reminded of your insignificance once again and the heart closes in on itself as it bleeds because it knows it doesn’t matter in this world. Fleeting. Life is fleeting and constantly changing and the emptiness draws into the wounds.