Lost In The Night -

He sat down on the cold ground. The night wrapped around him like a blanket too heavy to lift. He wasn’t lost geographically. He was lost the way a compass is lost when the magnet’s gone—still pointing, but at nothing true.

He lay back. The clouds began to break. One star appeared, then two, then a scatter of ancient light. They had been there the whole time, burning behind the veil. Lost in the Night

He walked until the road was a guess behind him. The darkness pressed against his eyes like a blindfold. He stumbled over a root, caught himself on a trunk, and kept going. No destination. No map. Every step felt like falling upward into something vast and indifferent. He sat down on the cold ground