Lost In a Fog
wispy floating mists
like fingers stretching out to meet me
pulling me along
vague sensation of looking for
something
but too hazy to really understand that that's what I'm doing
the fog a shroud of darkness
fallen around the world
enveloping in soft silence
careful where you step
you can't see the edges through the mist
and the edge of the world is a finer line away than you think
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