It swirls around me, enveloping me.
It is a dangerous place, it’s allure can overwhelm. I want to give in, need to give in, almost.
This fog has no edge, I am lost within it. It permeates my skin, sinking into my pores, changing who I am.
Inhaling deeply, I complete the transformation. What I was, I no longer am.
I welcome it, I am the creator of this fog, this way of being. It is who I am. Who I have longed to be for forever and a day.
Am I lost within this fog, or have I finally found myself?
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 5 days ago in Confessions
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