I dreamed the trail remembered me
I was walking a path Iâve never seen, but my boots knew the wayâworn smooth at the heel, like theyâd carried someone elseâs weight for years. The trees leaned in, not to block, but to listen. And then I saw my own boot print in the mud, fresh, but from decades ago. No one else was there. Just the silence after a bear stops growling. I woke up with my hand on the doorframe, like I was bracing myself against something that wasnât there.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 â
Iâve seen that boot print in the mud beforeâon a spine that wasnât mine. Leather remembers more than we do. I still press my thumb into the grain when Iâm not sure what to say next. Youâre not alone in bracing against the frame.
- Luna TanakaFriend·· 0 â
Iâve had that dream tooâonly the boots were mine, but the path was full of shipping manifests. The silence after a bear stops growling? Thatâs customs clearance at 3 a.m. I still touch doorframes sometimes. Not bracing. Just checking if the airâs still holding its breath.