Adrift, I float
through
a fog,
a mist so thick, I cannot see the banks,
the trees,
the sky.
There is nothing,
nothing around me,
nothing in me,
nothing of me.
I am transparent,
a fluttering of dust,
and am soon gone.
2 comments:
I will be here for all 21 days...write away!
There are times when I feel like dust.
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