Mist
The mist last night was overwhelming. It curled in front of me, obscured the world in whirling fading swirling clouds and made me feel as though I were in another world, on another plane, living another life where I was really truly myself without any pretensions, as though I were laid bare by the mists and peeled away layer by layer until all that was left was
myself
Haha... that was a little bit weird. Anyway, it was really very misty last night. And sometimes you feel you can be more of yourself in the mist, that you don't have to pretend to be laughy and jokey, and you can talk about what really matters most to you, what you believe in, who you are.
That was a little bit weird too.
Guess I can't write something without it coming out weird...
So maybe I'll write something later.
myself
Haha... that was a little bit weird. Anyway, it was really very misty last night. And sometimes you feel you can be more of yourself in the mist, that you don't have to pretend to be laughy and jokey, and you can talk about what really matters most to you, what you believe in, who you are.
That was a little bit weird too.
Guess I can't write something without it coming out weird...
So maybe I'll write something later.
1 Comments:
There is certainly something mystical about the mist. Totally atmospheric.
I suppose the mist hides you, like having your curtains closed in your room. So you can just be yourself, safe in the little cocoon.
Here's to misty winter mornings....
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Orbling, at 3:47 am
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