I saw the mist that day and it entranced me.
I went in not because I chose to be different, or I chose to be something else; I consciously was drawn to it, the mystique, the vapor, the aroma.
I left the group and went down the misty path. I loved it. Everything around me swelled up and was lost. Slowly I lost sight of where I came from. I wondered where I was going, who I was going to meet in this mist.
The beads of water fell onto my face. The cold bit my nose ever so gently, the air was lively and dark. The lights in the backround glistened and gleamed. I danced through the night exploring the mist.
I did not realize no body followed me. I did not realize I lost sight of them. I did not realize I was lost.
I did not realize that no body was looking for me in the mist.
Today I am lost, as I was yesterday.
I grow more frightened by the mist, scared even. The stillness deafens my ears. I’m in so deep, I don’t know which way is even up. I hear voices, but find nothing. I wish to escape, but no one can hear me.
Hello?
I call to trees, I call to bushes, thinking they are human. While certainly they resemble that much, in the mist, I realize I am wrong over and over again.
I think I may be growing a bit crazy from this mist.
Crazy…..insane….loopy….crazy….insane….loo.y….c..zy….i..an…..l….y….c…y….i…a……………………….
Everything gets lost in the fog