I think fog is beautiful, so let me try-

Swirling mists of hope

coalescing to form a figure

She reaches out her hand to me

And I take it

It is soft and cool to the touch

Tendrils of fog wrap around me and they

start to pull me in

and suddenly the figure is

A giant,

hiding in the shadows,

dark and-

Oh, now look what I've done. Let me try again-

Clouds are not solid, they say

I guess that's true

But the feeling of being inside one

is so nice

Like a gentle spray

settling on your hair

the silence making all the fear go away

...

silence

silence

silence

The mist is claustrophobic

I can't breathe

I can't breathe

I am drowning in fog

Someone help me!

But they can't hear me scream

So I run and scream and shout and-

Why can't I get the visions out of my head?

Every time I try it's like

There's something haunting me

I cannot take them away

They are a part of who I am

But let me try one final time-

The mist is neither friend nor foe

The mist has no figure nor walls

It is simply water vapor clinging to itself

Making me see things I wish not to see

And hear things I wish not to hear

Perhaps I over-thought this again

Perhaps the mist

Is simply

Itself