The Fog

In the past few years life has become increasingly confusing. As time goes on my days only seem to get foggier rather than clearer.

The Peaceful Fog

Sometimes it’s nice not to be able to see what is coming. You don’t have to think about it because the fog is so heavy that you can only just see your hand in front of your face. So, that’s all you focus on. During those times you can sit happily and forget about everything going on around you, behind you, and ahead of you because the fog blocks out everything. These are the times were you get to leave reality, where blocking out the world makes the days more peaceful.

The Frightening Fog

Sometimes it’s scary to be stuck. Sometimes you desperately want to claw your way out of the little foggy space you find yourself in, but it’s impossible. This kind of fog comes in when there are scary things happening. Those days where you are floating in a daze because you can’t quite grasp what’s going on around you. But it’s not peaceful. You want to be able to see clearly and get a grip of the situation, but you can’t. Like in a nightmare where you want to scream but no sound comes out. That’s the frightening kind of fog.

These are the places that my writing comes from. From this strange place I find myself in, where some days the fog is thick and opaque and some days it lets some sun shine through.