Holding my Breath

We didn't create this path that laid down before our glimmering eyes. Not single inch. The autumn leaves filled the sides of the polished black road as a clear aisle way was cleared for our entering. It made you hesitate, rethinking your every move as your breath was coming out as white smoke in the chilled and crisp air. My hands gripped the fabric of my jeans to stop the trembling. My breathing was uneven as you could hear the words try to make their way out but no sound hit my lips. No vibrations but just the cool wisp of piney air. Looking behind me wasn't going to stop the anticipation and looking to the side of me wasn't going to save me. Not this time. Maybe not ever. Again. So I stared at the cleared road ahead of me. There was no signs to pointing me to it and there was nobody to conjor my thoughts and actions for me this time. I was in this by myself.