As fast as you may be going,
As much as you may yearn to arrive at your destination,
The fog will come whenever it wants.
It will be sudden.
It will feel like running into a wall head first
And not realizing the injuries you have sustained
Until you are stuck between the bricks.
It will feel like stones are being placed on top of you one by one,
And moments before you are crushed you will remember that
You intentionally laid down.
And you will not be able to remember why.
But what best describes the fog is what it actually is一
A cool, thick presence
That slowly becomes less and less bearable.
And the moment that you acknowledge just how unbearable it is,
Will be when the water droplets of the mist
Have finally filled your throat, and you can no longer breathe.
You will panic, but the fog never cares.
There will no longer be a discernible direction
For any aim or desire to be projected towards,
You will be stuck and have no idea where you are.
The fog will decide who you are and what you do,
And it will keep you completely out of the loop.
And you will have to wait,
For the fog shows no mercy.
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